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IN THE SHADOW OF 
THE DRUM TOWER 



LAURA DeLANY GARST 




CINCINNATI: 
FOREIGN CHRISTIAN MISSIONARY SOCIETY 



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TO THE 

FIRST CHURCH OF CHRIST AT CANTON, OHIO, 

THE 

CHURCH OF CHRIST AT FRANKFORT, KENTUCKY, 

AND THE 

UNIVERSITY CHURCH OF CHRIST, DES MOINES, IOWA, 

WITH WARM CONGRATULATIONS UPON THEIR 

WORTHY PART IN WORLD-WIDE 

EVANGELIZATION. 



CONTENTS 

My Little Sister in Far- Away China, - - - 13 

Dr. Macklin of Nanking, 57 

My Little Sister at Home, 95 



LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS 

Facing Page 

The Drum Tower, - Frontispiece 

Dorothy DeLany, 14 ^ 

Mrs. Macklin and Children, 22 • 

Marion, 24 ^ 

Luma; Jungma, 52 

Dr. Macklin of Nanking, 56 '"' 

Dr. Macklin at Home, 66 - 

"Father, Glorify Thy Name, " .... 72 

Mrs. Lily Molland, 80 v 

"The Little Mother/ ' 122 • 



MY LITTLE SISTER IN FAR- 
AWAY CHINA 



"My Little Sister in Far-Away China" has been out of print for several 
years. Requests have been made for its republication, and the sketches 
"Dr. Macklin of Nanking" and "My Little Sister at Home" are added 
with the hope that they may be as cordially received as was the little story 
of the earlier years. 



3|n t\)t ^aDoto of tlje 2r>rum Joiner 

In the farthest corner of a little mud house lay 
a tiny yellow form, racked with a scorching fever. 
The day was mercilessly hot, but in the middle of 
the hut was a fire burning brightly and filling the 
air with choking smoke, for the only outlet was a 
hole in the wall. A woman, weary with watching, 
struggled about to keep the fire hot. Surely the 
heat would drive away the evil spirit that was 
haunting the body of her baby boy! She leaned 
low over the tiny form. The heartbeat was so 
faint that she could scarcely hear it. The breath 
came short and the hand was limp and cold. She 
knew that Death was near, and he must not find 
his victim under cover. If he did, the evil spirits 
would haunt the house ever after. Gathering all 
the garments the baby had ever worn, and catching 
her boy to her heart, she stumbled out of the hut 
into the full light of a summer day. The sunlight 
dazzled her, and the throbbing in her temples was 
almost beyond endurance. She must lay him on 
the hillside, but let it be in the shade where the 
burning rays of the sun would be warded off. 

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Stumblingly, with many a halt and struggle, the 
weary woman at last reached the place for which 
she was searching — the shadow of the great Drum 
Tower! She fell to a sitting posture, and fighting 
the age-old sorrow that oppressed her, proceeded 
to put on the dying baby the garments she had 
brought. He would need them all in the world to 
which he was going. How she longed for more 
to contribute to his happiness and comfort in the 
eternities to come ! Just then the great drum 
sounded out the noontime call to prayer. Unable 
to endure the dull thud in her ears she took one last 
look at the drawn little face and fled. 

The old Drum Tower had watched over many 
tragedies, and has been watching for a long, long 
time — longer than it would be possible to tell you. 
After years and years, when even sorrow had be- 
come an old story, something new happened. An- 
other mother brought her child to the grateful 
shade, and for the same purpose; but just as she 
reached the spot everything became black and she 
fell. The darkness was terrible, and O, so long! 
And then came a wonderful dream. She was lying 
in a soft bed, in a room that was light and cool. A 
beautiful, white-haired lady leaned over her and 
told her that the baby would soon be well, and that 
she, too, must grow strong. Then there was music, 
far away and beautiful, singing such as she had 
never heard before. She moved uneasily and lis- 
tened again. At last she opened her eyes in full 
consciousness. The white-haired lady was real. 

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She was sitting by the window. The sick child lay 
in her lap, resting while she sang the new and 
wonderful words. 

I would like to tell you how the child became 
strong and well, and grew to be a man who was 
wise and kind. Some one else will tell you that 
story. The wonderful thing I want you to know is 
that, when the old drum speaks no more, when the 
temple gongs call no longer to prayer, and the chant 
of the priests is silent, the glad new song will swell 
onward and upward, forever. 

Grktchen Garst. 



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"Now for a breathing spell, and then I must teach 
Jungma to do that darning/' Taking her mending 
basket, Mrs. Macklin settled herself contentedly. 
It was not dainty hemstitching nor drawn work 
that engaged her attention. With a brood of four 
hearty children and a missionary's salary, she found 
too much homely sewing to do to admit of fancy 
work. The day had been very full. Warm weather 
was upon them. Being an ingenious individual, 
Mrs. Macklin had conceived the idea of making 
furniture for their simple summer home in the 
mountains, the material used being the packing 
boxes in which had come some of their stores from 
San Francisco. She drew the designs, and carefully 
guided the Chinese carpenters as they executed 
them. 

Look at her as she sits where she will get all 
possible draft, for the day is warm. The soft white 
gown of inexpensive material, and simple, graceful 
design, sets off to good advantage the rich brunette 
skin and hair — beautiful, indeed though somewhat 
faded from ten years' residence in China. "Far too 

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pretty to be a missionary," many friends had com- 
plained when news of her marriage came back to 
the United States, for Dorothy De Lany had gone 
abroad with her mother to visit her sister, a mis- 
sionary in Japan, and had been captured by the 
bright and competent physician, Dr. Macklin, a 
missionary in China. Some had prophesied such a 
"fate" for her when she sailed away, but she laugh- 
ingly retorted there was no danger of her ever be- 
coming a missionary! She was just out of school, 
bright, beautiful, winsome, with never a thought 
but for the joys of the present. Some sorrows had 
swept over her young heart, but she had fled from 
them in terror. Sorrow and care were for old 
people. "She would be young! She would be 
free!" 

Settled in an isolated work on the "foreign 
field," she had ample time and material for re- 
flection. In the midst of her busy life little thought 
had been given to missionaries. Perhaps vague 
visions had flitted through her happy mind in which 
the predominating figures were wan, pale faces con- 
fronting savage, dark ones; weary brains wrestling 
with stupid grammars and lexicons ; hungry hearts 
longing for old companionships ; wholly uncon- 
genial surroundings, destitute of the ordinary com- 
forts of life. The thought of a bright social life 
and endless variety on the mission field had scarcely 
presented itself to her. Young and vigorous, with 




Dorothy DeLany. 



MY LITTLE SISTER IN FAR-AWAY CHINA 

a mighty enthusiasm that hitherto had spent itself 
on busy nothings in society when not absorbed in 
school work, she entered briskly into the cares and 
pastimes of the new home. There were many things 
to do. Her sister's "out-of-style" garments needed 
refashioning and brightening, and she was surprised 
to find she could readily adapt herself to this new 
duty. Various household cares, looking after the 
little niece and nephew, exercise, receiving and re- 
turning calls among the Japanese, her large cor- 
respondence and reading made the busy hours fly 
with marvelous rapidity. She loved to watch the 
faces of the Japanese women in the Bible classes 
and see the dull, expressionless look give place to a 
happy one when some specially sweet and helpful 
passage was explained to them. Finally the critical 
illness of one of the converts from heathenism ab- 
sorbed her. The sick one — mother of a large 
family — a widow, lay on rude comforters on the 
floor, as was the custom of the poor of her land. 
The children, just as loving and solicitous as if 
they had the wherewithal to provide the relief and 
comfort they so longed to give the sufferer, were 
tireless in their ministrations. The end seemed 
drawing near. Dorothy and her sister seated them- 
selves on the mats during a morning call. The sick 
one wished a song. "Gates Ajar" was her choice 
and she desired to join in the singing. Though 
in great pain and weakness she insisted on being 

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propped up, and with great difficulty adjusted the 
clumsy spectacles. The quavering voice was sadly 
out of tune, but the light from the heavenly portal 
shone upon her face. 

" Beyond the river's brink we '11 lay 
The cross that here is given, 
And bear the crown of life away, 
And love Him more in heaven.'* 

Unable to join in the strange foreign tongue, 
Dorothy wiped her eyes. The joys of an evening 
party seemed dim to her in comparison with this 
ministering to a dying sister. "Mission work" 
was a continual and happy surprise. She never 
wearied of going with her sister on errands of 
mercy to the sick and afflicted. Acquiring a diffi- 
cult language and preparation of sermons she found 
to be but a small part of a missionary's life. Pleas- 
ant little "tea parties" given in her sister's home 
broke the ice, and led to further acquaintance and 
ofttimes substantial work with those who could not 
possibly have been persuaded to come to "meetings." 
Then, in the pretty native homes there were charm- 
ing little "go-chiso" (Japanese feasts) given in 
honor of mother and daughter. Delightful friend- 
ships were formed. Some clever school mistresses, 
as much attracted by Dorothy's piquant, affection- 
ate manner as she by their quaint and charming 
orientalisms, would have the pictures of these oc- 

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cidental friends in the Japanese costume, and were 
more than delighted to be arrayed in American 
gowns and "sit" for theirs. 

Dorothy's was an unusual experience, for she 
had almost no foreign associates, there being but 
few missionaries where her sister was located. Few 
indeed have so good an opportunity to judge of 
the responsibilities and possibilities of the mission- 
ary. She became more and more enthusiastic over 
this life with a strange people, and as she acquired 
somewhat their "point of view/' recognizing their 
needs, she determined to be useful while she re- 
mained among them, and settled herself to a study 
of their religions and language. There w r as grow- 
ing in her loving heart a great desire to bring 
some genuine and eternal light and comfort into 
their lives. 

She had been a Christian for years, though lat- 
terly, through the influence of environment, just a 
little more in the conventional way of the fashion- 
able majority perhaps, than with ardor and conse- 
cration. She felt, however, that "old things" had 
passed away; she could never again be as she had 
been. As is always the case, genuine Christian ac- 
tivities stimulated a desire for a closer walk with 
God, and more practical service for humanity. It 
was while her views were changing so rapidly that 
the Doctor appeared on the scene. 

Dr. Macklin had formerly been connected with 

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the mission in Japan, and was pleased to make a 
A New Life 



visit there, though, it must be confessed, 



more to see the pretty little sister than to 
renew acquaintances. The heat was excessive. 
Mosquitoes were intolerable, with no protection pos- 
sible, because of the Japanese architecture, unless, 
indeed, one were willing to sit under a net canopy, 
which greatly increased the discomfort from the 
"muggy" heat of the rainy season. As a little 
respite a trip was planned to the seashore, a few 
miles distant, where, on account of the prevailing 
winds and "lay" of the mountain land, freedom 
from the mosquito pest could be enjoyed. Also 
there was opportunity to work with a different class 
of people. 

It seemed a little unfortunate at first that the 
sister should sprain her ankle on the way out, but 
this really only played into the Doctor's hands, for 
Dorothy was in duty bound to entertain the friend 
who had come from so far. They walked the beach 
together and spent delicious hours among the rocks, 
with the babbling waters at their feet, or perchance 
the angry breakers dashing near them. 

Dorothy knew that Dr. Macklin was a credit to 
his profession. At the New York Polyclinic he had 
been called their "best all-round man." At home he 
could have been making, financially, many times 
what he received for service on the mission field. 
Pure devotion to God and humanity had put him 

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where he was. Dorothy was quick to recognize 
much in him that was admirable beside the heroic 
element which so attracted her, for though she did 
not dream it, she had a large proportion of the same 
characteristics. There were a few weeks of happy 
fellowship, correspondence after his return to China, 
and in the early winter Dr. Macklin returned to 
claim his promised bride. 

Many years have passed in China. Dorothy's 
early experiences were somewhat trying. They 
lived in an old Buddhist temple, with few conven- 
iences. It was a rambling, airless home. One 
morning Mrs. Meigs, who lived in the same temple, 
awakened to find a huge snake hanging over the 
rafters above her head. One night Dorothy felt 
something crawling over her hand. Dr. Macklin, 
when roused, was tempted to treat her fears lightly 
— she had dreamed, perhaps — but on striking a light 
he discovered a large centipede in the corner of the 
mosquito canopy. He captured it in a thick towel, 
and Dorothy heard it crunch beneath his heel as he 
ground it to pieces. She wrote her mother that the 
rest of that and many subsequent nights centipedes 
"seven feet long" ornamented the canopy of her 
dreams. 

A Chinese burglar glared at her through the 
iron grating of her window. This, too, Dr. Macklin 
tried to laugh at as "nervousness," "hysteria" but 

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the missing mackintosh that had always hung just 
within the grating verified her story. 

When they were established in their new home, 
Dorothy gleefully informed her husband that she 
would compound such marvels of the culinary art 
that all his oriental dyspepsia would take to itself 
wings. 

"You can't do those pretty things here, my 
darling," he responded. "The house is so incon- 
venient; there are no 'labor-saving' machines as in 
the cosy homes in our country. You have to let 
'John Chinaman' save you, and when inclined to 
be discontented, be thankful that by avoiding over- 
exertion, by husbanding your strength and being 
careful to get out doors daily, you may escape the 
malarial troubles, and be able to acquire the lan- 
guage and do the many things in your home and the 
community that no money can hire." 

When wishing for cosy housekeeping in Amer- 
ica, with a dainty, convenient kitchen, Dorothy con- 
soled herself by thinking of the drudgery her clumsy 
Chinese helpers saved her. And then they were 
so cheap! Three or four did not cost so much as 
one "servant" at home. The Chinese help learned 
rapidly. Excellent bread and the plain substantiate 
were soon understood, and these were what was 
wanted. It was decidedly laborious to have to 
carry keys and dole out everything to these thieving 
creatures— even eggs and potatoes; and then she 

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had to have them served in their native garb if she 
would be sure she was getting back what she gave 
out! Dorothy was, and is, blessed with a very 
philosophical disposition and a keen sense of humor, 
(said, by the way, to be essential qualifications for 
the successful missionary) and she turned many a 
discouraging experience to account, either by mak- 
ing it contribute to the merriment of the household, 
or her own spiritual discipline, or both. Her hands 
were full in making a happy home. She rejoiced in 
the added efficiency of Dr. Macklin when he had 
the care only a loving wife can bestow, and in the 
growth and effectiveness of his large work con- 
soled herself for the failure of her cherished plan 
of teaching the Chinese women that which would 
raise them higher. Even in this she felt she was not 
wholly without fruit. In filling her position as wife 
and mother and friend, she was able ofttimes to 
illustrate what, for poverty of the strange words 
she had not leisure to acquire, she was unable to 
explain verbally — a most effective way of teach- 
ing. Gradually, as she gained larger knowledge 
of the foreign tongue, her work was more satis- 
factory. 

The time came for a furlough to the home land. 
This was joyfully prepared for — Theodore, William, 
and Marion being jubilant beyond expression. Per- 
haps Marion should not be included as consciously 

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so, for though the happiest and sunniest of babies, 
she was too young to appreciate what all the de- 
lighted people were so enthusiastic about. 
FurJugh At home > in the United States, there 
were both joyful and sad experiences. 
Especially were they often pained because of the 
indifference to the claims of mission work. Many, 
very many, Churches, however, received Dr. Mack- 
lin with open arms, and gave his message the 
thoughful and prayerful consideration which was 
its due. Those must indeed be very shallow and 
thoughtless Christians who regard the necessity of 
obeying our Lord's command, "Go ye into all the 
world and preach the Gospel to every creature," as 
merely optional — the responsibility to go abroad that 
"all the world" and "every creature'' be carried out 
to the letter, depending on how much there is to be 
done close at hand. 

It should not be a matter for surprise that those 
who so imperfectly embrace the scope of Christian 
obligation should set aside the testimony of tal- 
ented, consecrated men and women who spend their 
lives serving in uncongenial environments, that this 
command may be obeyed, and the Light that lighteth 
every man that cometh into the world be not dark- 
ened. 

Not very long after their return to China — 
for tempting offers of three times his salary as a 
missionary had not moved Dr. Macklin to remain 

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Mrs. Macklin and Children 

on furlough in 1893. 



MY LITTLE SISTER IN FAR-AWAY CHINA 

in the United States — there came to the little house- 
hold a sacred and supreme sorrow. The darling 
little daughter Marion, pet and idol of 
the home — the only little girl among 
three brothers, and an unusually win- 
some child — was taken from them. Of this ex- 
perience Mrs. Macklin wrote as follows: 

Nanking, March 17, 1897. 
My Beloved Mother and Loved Ones at Home: 

Our Heavenly Father has brought us very near 
to Himself these last weeks, and has gently, O so 
gently, taken away our Darling Little Daughter. 
Jesus has been with us all the way and helped us 
to bear the anguish of parting with her whom 
we loved more than life itself! The promises of 
God are so very precious to us — and although we 
are so lonely without Marion's happy face and 
cheerful, generous ways — yet we sorrow not as 
those who have no hope — and God has enabled us 
to look beyond where we know Marion is so very 
blessed and happy! 

There is so much I want to write of to you 
about Marion, I hardly know where to begin. In 
the winter before she was at all sick she looked 
up at me one day with her fat, rosy face — framed 
with curling, gold-brown locks — and said, "If I 
should die, mamma, would you put a pretty dess 
on me?" As I answered her in the affirmative I 

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little knew how soon this baby prophecy was to be 
accomplished. Darling child — she was quite happy 
again in the thought of the pretty dress promised. 
Her love of the clean and beautiful was very strong, 
she often using the terms interchangeably. She 
was happy always. Even her punishments did not 
seem to sink deep into the merry little heart — and 
often if sent away from the table for some slight 
offense, she would go with a smile, and when re- 
called would return with one on her pretty, dim- 
pled face. Being our only girl we had a special 
tenderness for her, especially so because of her 
serious illness two years since, and although all last 
summer and fall and into the middle of January she 
was so well and strong, yet she had many privileges 
not given to the boys. Times when I was in the 
kitchen and pantry, or up in the attic doing some 
special work when three were too many to have as 
helpers or on-lookers, she was my companion. Aunt 
Daisy says that she often noticed that what the boys 
many times were punished for Marion did without 
any punishment. Little mischievous tricks were 
passed by unnoticed, and I am glad now that it was 
so. Nothing seemed to spoil her, as the saying goes. 
Her nature was indescribably beautiful and at- 
tractive to every one. We so often said to each 
other, "What would we do without our dear little 
girl," and to the boys, "What would you do if you 
had no little sister," and the like — and it seems 

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Marion. 



MY LITTLE SISTER IN FAR-AWAY CHINA 

as if we had a shadow of a feeling that we were 
not to have her very long ! 

At Christmas time she was very well, and happy, 
as was her nature. She sang at the Christmas en- 
tertainment by the Sunday school a little carol: 

" Happy, happy Chismas — yet (let) our voices chime, 
Yong (Long) ado was Jesus born at dis bessed (blessed) 

time, 
Happy, happy Chismas airfor (therefore) do we sin (sing) 
As our yittle (little) gifts of yove (love) to our fends (friends) 

we bing (bring). " 

Her speech was very peculiar indeed. She 
spoke with a very unusually pretty baby talk. Her 
candies were nearly all given to others without 
respect to degree or station. She was truly Christ- 
like in her love to rich and poor, native or foreigner. 
All she knew she loved, and they loved her. She 
was generosity itself in regard to everything she 
possessed. Her playthings were common to all 
who wished to enjoy them. She had a little tea- 
set given her, and it was played with more than 
any other one gift. It is nearly all broken now T , 
but her fingers were not the ones at fault. She 
would come to me with tear-stained face for an 
instant, saying, "William has boked anoder tup of 
my tea-shets," but another second and her face 
would be shining with smiles. 

About the middle of January she began to be 
ailing, and all was done that could be done. She 

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was up and dressed and wonderfully bright at 
times, yet the fever kept up. About the third of 
February her papa felt that she must have a change 
and so took her to Shanghai. . . . Finding no 
encouragement, returned after five days away, 
heavy hearted, yet clinging to the hope that it might 
be as this doctor in Shanghai had been so certain, 
a typhoid fever, and that with the best of nursing we 
might see her improve — yea, recover! God's 
thoughts are higher than our thoughts, and His 
ways than our ways ! The mystery we can not 
know, but He doeth all things well! . . . 

We miss Marion more and more. Earth will 
never be the same, neither is Heaven the same! 
And sometimes I think that the renewed joy, inter- 
est, and faith in that Better Land is so much more 
to us, and that Jesus has been such "a very present 
help in time of need" that there is much of com- 
pensation. After her return she was sick about 
thirty-one days. Her father consulted time and 
again with both Drs. Stewart and Beebe, and 
everything was done that loving skill of physicians 
and the tenderest of nursing could do! Prayer 
was not forgotten. For weeks the whole com- 
munity pleaded for her life but we prayed "Thy 
will be done." . . . 

Always very womanly and wise about herself, 
in these weeks of illness she matured very much. 
She reminded me of a grown person being nursed 

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by one not quite used to nursing and she would 
often anticipate my own thoughts and intents. She 
always asked for me to take her temperature in 
the morning and in the night. I must not speak 
at length of the care we took of her. ... I cut 
pictures for her after she was too weak to do so 
herself, and many times before, when she desired. 
I read to her, and sang to her the songs she loved 
to hear. "Shall we gather at the river" was her 
favorite for months, and she asked every day for 
it at prayers before she went up stairs to stay. . . . 
She had such a pathetic way of calling for her 
papa, "to see my froat ( throat), " and would open 
her mouth and say "Ah, ah!" that he might see. 
It was a relief to her to do this. About a week 
before she went I wanted so much to use a spray 
in her throat and nose, a very pleasant spray, but 
she was tired of taking things and so I bethought 
me of a plan. I said, "Marion, when you get well 
we won't have any way to remember how many 
doses of medicine you have taken. Now if we 
take a cash, ( 1-20 of a gold cent) and drop it in 
your money box every time you take some medi- 
cine, then we can count when you get well, and 
you can take the money and use it in any way you 
like, buy a doll, or a book, or anything you like." 
She looked over toward the hospital, with a far- 
away look in her beautiful blue eyes, and said, 
"I '11 give it to papa for the poor people in the 

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hospital." After that she nearly always took any 
medicine without much ado, at the mention of 
more cash for her box, and would even remind me 
of the spray and "cash in my box." 

O, those last days were such precious days of 
prayer to God and waiting on my precious darling 
daughter ! 

Once, a week or two before this time, I was 
singing to her some favorite songs and hymns, and 
sang the song which I will copy lest some of you 
may not know it. 

" I know three little sisters, 
I think you know them too, 
The first is red, the next is white, 
And the other one is blue. 

" Hurrah for the three little sisters, 
Hurrah for the red, white, and blue, 
Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah, hurrah, 
Hurrah for the red, white, and blue. 

" I know three little lessons 
These little sisters tell, 
The first is love, then purity, 
And the truth we love so well ! " 

Chorus. 

After a moment's silence I asked if I should 
sing it again, and she said yes. She dearly loved 
the song — I will speak of it again. 

Among the dainties sent her she liked most a 
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tiny glass of raspberry jelly which Miss Kelly 
brought from America, and which Miss Lyon sent 
her. She was so delighted. She called for baby 
at once that he might have some, as was her custom 
with anything good she had, saying, "He mustn't 
have a whole spoonful of my jelly, he tan only have 
a yittle, cause he '11 det sit and die — like I am" — 
I, of course, hastened to tell her she would soon be 
well, and she said, "Alice Ferguson died — I 've 
got another sickness." I fancied I saw a slight 
quaver about her mouth, but only a little. This was 
Friday morning. Sunday morning her father was 
hopeless about her — he had had such a hard night 
and had seen her failing in strength, so that hope 
had fled. We could not pray unconditionally for her 
recovery, feeling that she had many chances for a 
delicate body all her life. We truly felt for her 
"to die was gain." 

Of course her father did not leave the house 
all day except to run over to the hospital a couple 
of times. About five o'clock he remembered that 
there was in the storeroom a bottle of candy which 
had been sent by a Chinaman. She had already 
given away one bottle with so much pleasure, that 
he thought it would give her joy to have it, and al- 
though she had been very low all day, he brought it 
up, hoping to give her still yet a little pleasure in 
giving. She was perfectly delighted, sat up with 
pillows, called to me, "You hold it for me, mamma, 

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it 's too heavy for me," and said, "Dump it out." 
Her papa did so, but quite a number of pieces com- 
ing, she cried joyfully, her old happy self, "You 
dumped too much." She called for baby that he 
might have some, then for the two hospital nurses, 
for the boys, and was so distressed that they had not 
come home from Church yet. But she then gave to 
her papa and me, sent a piece to each of the servants 
on the place, the cook too, and she did not know 
him, yet remembered him, (he was a substitute for 
a time, while our own was gone home) ; wrapped 
up a piece for our cook for me to give him. 
Also she said to give one piece to the man who 
comes for fuel to build fires at the hospital ( in case 
of baptism or operations fires are made at the hos- 
pital, a coolie coming for the fuel). Also wrapped 
up a piece for Dr. Butchart, away on a trip north. 
Dr. Beebe came to say good-bye as he was on his 
way to Wuhu, and as I went down stairs to meet 
him I had been crying, and it was hard for me to 
speak at all to him. He came up with Dr. Macklin, 
expecting to see her very ill, but instead, the minute 
he was in the door, she said with her brightest 
smile, "Here is some tandy for you, Dr. Beebe," 
and he was delighted! I asked him after he had 
talked with Dr. Macklin about her, listened to her 
lungs, etc. "You would still hang on." "O yes," he 
said, showing much encouragement in his face. 
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candy to the poor people in the hospital. Dr. 
Macklin had a bad bilious attack that day, and 
Daisy wanted to relieve him by staying through the 
night, so after supper said to Marion, "Don't you 
feel very sorry for poor papa being sick to-dav?" 
"Yes/' "Won't it be nice to give him a rest to-night, 
and Aunt Daisy stay with you?" "Yes," and that 
was all. Daisy came, and the night went on as 
usual. She sat up once and gave her papa some 
candy for "your little white horse," and gave around 
with her own hands to each member of the house- 
hold as the evening before. Later, about ten 
o'clock, she said with much effort, "E-uane" — (hos- 
pital) and I, remembering her desire of yesterday, 
asked if she wanted to send to the hospital beggars 
(in for treatment) and she signified by a motion 
of the head. We saw it could not be long. We 
noticed a few struggles, very slight, and we thought 
the angel had come, but no, he could not take her 
from us ! We think she was unconscious of pain 
from about two o'clock P. M. Monday. We watched 
her quick breath come and go, ourselves breath- 
less, prayerful, feeling ourselves as in the very 
presence of Jesus and His love. But O, the watch- 
ing of that night ! — her father, her Aunt Daisy, Mrs. 
Meigs, and myself. They all think she knew me, her 
eyes followed me; she knew the touch of my hand, 
and much of the first half of the night, I sat on the 
bed with her head on my shoulder. O those pre- 

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cious moments ! — yet I prayed, "Come quickly, Lord 
Jesus." 

About nine o'clock her father got some large 
pictures of Jesus blessing children and also Jesus 
raising Jairus' daughter, and hung them up where 
she could see them. She watched his every move- 
ment. All morning, up to half-past three in the 
afternoon, we stood or knelt about that bed; Dr. 
Gaynor, of the Quaker Mission, came in the morn- 
ing, also Miss Murry and Mr. Ferguson were there, 
and Luma, who nursed her since she was twenty- 
three months old. We waited forty minutes for 
the last faint breath. The precious soul was free! 
I felt I must give her to Jesus with song, then with 
sobs, so "Safe in the arms of Jesus, safe on His 
gentle breast," rose to my lips, and then the chorus 
of her favorite song, "Yes, we '11 gather at the 
river," as I thought of our meeting there. 

I knew everything now must be done quickly, 
and up to this time I had fully intended bathing and 
dressing her little earthly temple. As I turned to 
prepare for her bath, Mr. Ferguson and several 
others begged me so to go away, that I yielded, 
feeling that Mr. Ferguson spoke, taught by ex- 
perience, having nearly a year ago parted with his 
own little Alice, just a year older than Marion. 
Will, the boys, and I went into the next room, and 
I sang with the children their favorite hymns, think- 
ing of and talking of our little angel sister in 

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Heaven, and comforted Theodore and William, who 
were realizing such new and strange, sad and joy- 
ful emotions. I could hardly wait the summons to 
Marion's side. It soon came, and O the beauty of 
that little figure on the bed! I know not how to 
describe the unearthly radiance of her face! The 
strange transparency of her skin, the glory that 
shone around about her, as if the light of the angel 
who took her spirit had not fully departed! Her 
father and I gazed upon her as if spellbound. He 
said he had never seen any dead person look like 
that. Dr. Gaynor said she never saw anything like 
it. This strange beauty soon passed away, and she 
looked like the purest alabaster. There was no 
trace of the little Marion who had played about in 
perfect health, nor of the patient little child whom 
we had nursed so many weeks! Then as I turned 
my thoughts to her glorified spirit in Paradise, still 
more wonderful, I could but feel that I had four 
little girls instead of one. The same, yet different. 
As I stood by her I felt, if the corruptible is so 
lovely what can be the inexpressible beauty of the 
incorruptible! 

I feel I may be writing more than you care to 
hear and yet can't rest until I have told everything 
— it is a pleasure I can't deny myself to put this 
little history on paper. I feel I must tell you loved 
ones of the little angel God sent us for these few 
brief years to lead us higher! Two of the men 

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about the place who were especially fond of her 
asked to see her the morning of the last day, and 
one, a great, clumsy, rough man, but good-hearted, 
came, bent over her, touched her, and called in 
husky tones, "Mamie, do n't you know me ?" She 
was unconscious, and he slowly turned, stopped a 
moment, as if he could not leave her. I saw him 
sob, and he went away. Our women we feel will 
soon become Christians, and we are praying that 
they may have the courage of their convictions. 

Aunt Daisy closed our darling's beautiful blue 
eyes, bathed, and dressed her. Mrs. Meigs assisted 
her, and Mr. Ferguson also. Her dress was a 
present from Mrs. Meiers, one of Ruth's beautiful 
white embroidery dresses. Mr. Ferguson carried 
her down stairs, and she lay on the sofa across the 
southeast corner of the parlor until the next morn- 
ing, when her Aunt Daisy placed the body in the 
beautiful white casket. The tailors worked until 
four o'clock in the morning, covered the casket 
with white cloth, padded with cotton, and lined it 
with silk, with frayed silk about the edge, and a 
cover of silk gathered and frayed, to cover the feet 
from sight. The four handles were wound with 
silk. It could not have been nicer. . . . 

Later, every one was so kind and thoughtful 
and helpful. It made me think of when Jesus had 
spent the forty days of temptation, then "Angels 
came and ministered to Him." After the many 

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anxious and busy days and nights all were over, 
and "angels" came from every side and did all that 
was to be done — preparations for service at the 
house, everything was quietly attended to by loving 
hands. Several ladies came and made up flowers 
sent from different homes. The casket was placed 
in the center of the parlor, head to the east. She 
lay with her head slightly on the left side, her hands 
naturally lying across her body. In one, her right, 
I placed, with Mrs. Meig's help, a few maiden hair 
ferns and one perfect camelia, which bloomed onlv 
the day before ; sprays of smilax were prettily used 
trailing over her dress. The school boys from 
Mr. Meigs' school came and looked upon this beau- 
tiful body, also Miss Lyon's school girls, and many 
others came. One teacher, lately baptized, came, 
went, and shortly returned with a friend. Several 
of the coolies came twice, and one said he wished 
he could see her again. I must tell you what has 
been of so much comfort to me, I feel that such 
things must needs be on the mission field, to show 
the heathen how we regard death and the cer- 
tainty of the life to come. Also to teach them how 
Christians care for their dead. There is a custom, 
followed largely here, of putting a dying child, after 
taking its clothing off, at the door of the house to 
die, that the evil spirit may take its flight. After 
which the body is wrapped in coarse matting and 
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custom more used by them for adults, is, as soon 
as they give up hope for the patient, to put on just 
as many of their clothes as they can, using heavy 
winter garments even in heat of summer, that the 
spirit shall have sufficient clothing in the other 
world. In some cases this is all the preparation 
for burial. The Mohammedans wash and bind the 
bodies with white cloth. You have doubtless heard 
of the baby towers where most of the Chinese chil- 
dren are buried. I can but feel that the death of 
a child so loved, not only by the family but all who 
knew her, even among the natives, the tender way in 
which, in her last hours she was carefully watched, 
her lips moistened, and she was moved to make 
her more comfortable, and her pillows arranged; 
then so beautifully laid out, and the beauty and 
quiet of the sacred service at house and grave — I am 
sure this will not be without effect on the Chinese 
mind and heart. I praise the Lord that her life has 
done so much good. I feel she has had a work here 
and it is done. She has won the crown without the 
cross. May God help us to go to her. . . . 

Theodore and William were very much grieved 
to lose their little sister. They loved to stand by 
the white little casket and touch her hands and face. 
I tried to make them understand by explaining that 
it was only the soul's earthly clothing, etc. I had 
requested one of the ladies to make a bouquet of 
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Theodore was standing at one side, and William 
and I at the other. I told them how she loved the 
song of "Love, Purity, and Truth/' and so with one 
accord, we gently, so gently, sang it there over the 
casket. We changed the chorus slightly, using 
"Hurrah for our dear little sister/' . . . 

Services were at one P. M., led by Mr. Garrett; 
Mr. Meigs, who was to have led, was in bed with 
bronchitis. He had prepared his remarks in a beau- 
tiful address which he has given me to keep. Mr. 
Garrett led very nicely, and at our request Mr. 
Longden and Mr. Houston offered prayer. Also 
Miss Butler, Mr. Ferguson, and Mr. Houston (one 
from each Mission) made each a few remarks. The 
hymns were "My Jesus, as Thou wilt," "Precious 
Jewels," and "Shall we gather at the river?" The 
pallbearers were Messrs. Wilson, Garrett, Houston, 
and Dr. Stewart. Dr. Beebe and Dr. Butchart were 
both away. They carried the casket into the yard, 
where the long poles, such as are used for sedan 
chairs, were waiting. Ropes had been laced across, 
on which was placed the casket. The beautiful 
flowers which had been sent, two crosses, a wreath, 
and two beautiful flat bouquets, I placed on the 
casket after it was closed, and they looked so pretty. 
Although there was a large crowd of Chinese about 
the gate, yet there was no noise or confusion. All 
the foreigners came except a few who were ill or 
away. Dr. Macklin spoke of the air of triumph all 

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through the service. I thank the Lord we all sang 
the hymns, and the children's voices rang out clear. 
Mrs. Meigs said Ruth looked up once and said, "I 
can't sing, I hurt here," placing her hand on her 
throat. Mr. Peniel, from the Naval College, came, 
having cancelled an engagement with a high official 
to do so. 

Later, nearly every one went to the cemetery. 
Our way lay over the hills west, by an occasional 
house or cluster of houses, and groves of bamboo, 
till we reached a quiet spot just within the west wall 
of Nanking, called Tsing Liang Shang, or the 
"Clear, Cool Mountain," where lies our "City of the 
Dead." The teachers and older Sunday school 
scholars had prepared the grave, covering every bit 
of the inside and around the grave with evergreens, 
and flowers scattered over all. We sang that lovely 
"Come to the Savior," with its beautiful chorus, 
"Joyful, joyful will the meeting be," and prayer was 
offered by Mr. Crozus, a Presbyterian here. I had 
hoped to have some Chinese in the service for the 
sake of the women especially, who were almost de- 
cided for Christ. But it seemed impossible. As we 
sang this song I looked for the two women we had, 
and had them come up by the grave with the family 
and held Marion's "Amah," (Luma) by the hand. 
Poor woman, the light is breaking, but of course 
she could not then have had the comfort we had. 
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ing place, I began to sing "J esus l° ves me >" m 
Chinese, the only thing I knew, and every one 
joined in. There were many Chinese, and I pray 
that the little song she so often sang may have 
fallen on some ears to awaken them to love Him 
who first loved them. The cross of ferns and one 
calla lily in the center, sent by Mrs. Beebe, was left 
on the coffin as it went down among the evergreens. 
The day was a glory of sunshine, the first in a 
week, and we have not seen the sun shine since. 
It was one of the many blessings, to have a clear 
day. As we neared home, (after waiting to see 
the little mound when covered with evergreens and 
the flowers put on it) I began to dread coming 
back to the house, when there was Mrs. Leaman, 
the most like mother of any one in the world almost. 
She had stayed to meet me on my return. Christian 
fellowship and sympathy, — I never knew how 
precious they were before ! 

The boys say they have a little "Angel sister." 
Just as I was putting the children to bed that night, 
there came a three page note from Mrs. Ferguson, 
enclosing a poem sent to her when Alice went away 
last year. I read it to the boys, and they have asked 
for it at bed time every day since. We repeat the 
last few lines together. I enclose the poem. We 
have received so many letters which have been so 
comforting. The first days are sometimes not 
the hardest, and the heart wants comfort more and 

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more. For fully two weeks from one to six letters 
came daily. One says, "Jesus has called her to a 
richer, fuller life than this life could ever be. So 
the fleeting years in which you will not see her will 
be Marion's gain/' One speaks of hearing of "the 
translation of dear little Marion" also, "The grave 
itself is but a covered bridge, through a brief dark- 
ness leading from Light to Light." Mr. Williams 
writes, "Marion was such a beautiful child, so 
bright, had such pretty ways, was always so good- 
natured that everybody was attracted by her." "She 
was one of the sweetest children I ever knew." I 
think one of the best tributes we have had to 
Marion's real sweetness of character and beauty al- 
together is the following: A German gentleman in 
the German Bank in Shanghai went down river on 
the steamer when Dr. Macklin took Marion down. 
As soon as he heard she had gone, he wrote a very 
nice sympathetic note to us, speaking of Marion 
as "the poor, dear, little girl, who was so charming 
and sweet when I went down river with you." He 
only knew her the one day, never had met the 
Doctor before or since, but yet he felt her death. 
Just one more word. Mr. Arnold writes, "It has 
been said that no parent can be said to possess a 
child forever until they have one in Heaven." I 
must not multiply these extracts. The messages 
from the "Word" in these notes have been right as 

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from God Himself, and have done us so much good. 
Now, dear ones, do not think of us as sorrowing 
as those who have no hope. We pray that her going 
on before may lead us up to God. We have one 
most precious treasure in Heaven now. . . . 

The days are long, but pray for me, that I may 
bear the anguish, which will not stay away, to God's 
glory." 

The poem which Mrs. Ferguson sent to Mrs. 
Macklin follows: 

WHAT DO THEY SAY? 



" O what do you think the angels say?" 

Said the children up in Heaven. 
" There 's a dear little girl coming home to-day, 
She is almost ready to fly away 

From the earth we used to live in. 
Let 's go and open the Gates of Pearl, 
Open them wide for this dear little girl," 
Said the children up in Heaven. 

" Far on earth do you hear them weep?" 

Said the children up in Heaven. 
For the dear little girl has gone to sleep, 
The shadows fall and the night clouds sweep 

O'er the earth we used to live in, 
But we '11 go and open the Gates of Pearl, 
O why do they weep for the little girl ? " 

Said the^children up in Heaven. 

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(3) 

" God wanted her here where His little ones meet! " 

Said the children up in Heaven. 
" She shall play with us in the golden street, 
She had grown too fair, she had grown too sweet, 

For the earth we used to live in. 
She needed the sunshine, this dear little girl 
That gilds this side of the Gates of Pearl." 
Said the children up in Heaven. 

(4) 

" Fly with her quickly, O angels dear ! " 

Said the children up in Heaven. 
" See ! she is coming ; look there ! look there ! 
At the jasper light on her golden hair 

Where the veiling clouds are riven. 
O, hush, hush, hush, the swift wings furl, 
For the King himself at the Gates of Pearl 
Is taking her hand, dear, tired, little girl, 
And leading her into Heaven." 



At the time our narrative opened Mrs. Macklin 
sewed rather lazily for a while. Her eyes had a 
dreamy, far-away look. She was think- 
er ver- j n ^ ^ ^ swee j. ^ a y S w J ien h er white- 
Arms haired mother had sat in that room knit- 
ting, and of the days in the old temple. 
How faithfully grandmother had guarded baby 
Theodore from the rats that threatened to devour 
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the old temple was this cosy house that the home 
workers had built for them near the Drum Tower — 
as different, almost, as the religions Buddhism and 
Christianity, which the buildings represented. 

Suddenly she stopped the humming of "Home, 
Sweet Home" — she had been almost unconscious 
of singing it — and, realizing that for a little while 
she had not heard the boys' voices and that the sun 
was getting low, she stepped to the veranda and 
called, "Theodore! William!" Immediately the 
little fellows answered her merrily from a tiny 
bamboo grove that had been planted in a corner 
of the yard for their especial benefit. They were 
never allowed outside the high brick walls of their 
own garden enclosure (securely locked gates guard- 
ing the entrance), unless accompanied by parent or 
trusted friend. The daily conversation of the or- 
dinary Chinaman was so indecent, and the children 
had "picked up" enough of the language to under- 
stand a good deal. To Sunday school, for a visit, 
to an afternoon birthday party, wherever they might 
be going, always a competent escort must be pro- 
vided. After noticing the children's play for a few 
moments, it occurred to Mrs. Macklin that it was 
time the doctor should be coming home. Looking 
away across the hills she saw a horse, and felt sure 
the rider was her husband, but she could not under- 
stand his strange manner. Always a shout and 
wave of the hand greeted her as he caught sight of 

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her on the veranda, but to-day he seemed to be bow- 
ing forward, apparently scarcely able to keep his 
seat in the saddle. 

"Theodore," she called, "run and tell Ma Fu to 
open the gate. Papa is coming, and I think he 
must be ill, he acts so strangely." 

Hurrying below, she met Dr. Macklin as the 
boy who attended the cow and horse helped him 
to alight. He was ghastly pale, and blood stained 
his trouser leg. He could scarcely speak. 

"Don't be frightened, dearest. The horse fell. 
Get the doctors." 

Though almost fainting from fatigue and loss 
of blood, this brave man cleansed the ugly wound 
while waiting for medical assistance. A bed was 
hastily arranged in the little parlor. An anes- 
thetic was administered, and the great gash, just 
above the knee and reaching to the bone, was sewed 
up and bandaged. Not till the next day were the 
full particulars of the accident known. 

Dr. Macklin's habit was to devote the forenoon to 
his hospital and dispensary practice, and in the after- 
noon to ride one of his native ponies to an out-sta- 
tion and preach. A crowd could always be speedily 
gathered in a tea house. Thus he kept up a number 
of out-stations, sowing abundantly the precious gos- 
pel seed. On this particular day he had been return- 
ing home when some Chinese children ran after him, 
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tombstones in the foreigner's "God's acre," where 
his little Marion's body rested. Turning and gallop- 
ing back, hoping to catch the intruders in their in- 
famous act, his horse stumbled and fell with him, 
and a sharp stone inflicted the nasty wound. 
Scarcely able to get home for giddiness, he was 
thankful to see the gates swing open and his wife's 
sweet face welcome him. 

For several weeks he remained a prisoner, and 
during that time a little daughter came to keep 
the boys company. An epidemic of measles had 
invaded the Macklin household some months be- 
fore, not even omitting the little mother, and weeks 
of nursing, and her own critical illness, left serious 
marks on her tiny daughter. When but a few days 
old Edith was partially paralyzed, and the physi- 
cians consulting over her knew that her days on 
earth would not be many. 

When Edith was three weeks old, and Mrs. 
Macklin was striving to resign herself to the thought 
that she must give her up, she entered into still 
deeper waters of affliction, for Dr. Macklin became 
critically ill. The doctor in attendance felt he must 
warn her as quickly as possible, and did so very 
gently. Because of long confinement indoors and of 
inability to take the exercise so indispensable to his 
physical well-being, Dr. Macklin's system had 
proved peculiarly susceptible to the miasmas that 
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son in the Yangste River basin. Soon all food was 
rejected. His case became more and more alarm- 
ing. Artificial nourishment was resorted to. Doro- 
thy, blessed with an indomitable will, resolutely 
disregarding the physician's advice and the admo- 
nitions of solicitous friends, dressed, and assumed 
charge in the sick room. 

"O, my Father, anything but this," she prayed 
in anguish, as she bent over the face of her sleep- 
ing husband. The pupils showed through the closed 
eyelids, so great was his emaciation. His pallor 
was deathlike. Day and night she watched, bathed, 
lifted, nursed him. "As thy days so thy strength 
shall be," was the promise she hourly took to the 
Father, claiming its verification in her sore ex- 
tremity, and it came in the gift of superhuman en- 
durance. 

It was late in June. The damp, hot air stifled 
and enervated. 

"O, my darling, I can't live here. To the moun- 
tains," he whispered as she bent her ear to his lips 
to catch the faint words. 

"How can you take him such a trip ?" said good 
Dr. Beebe, when she sought him for advice. "And 
you — you are ill yourself," he added. 

Dorothy could only take his kindly hand and 
hide her face in her handkerchief. O, it was too 
hard to have her darling going, and baby too ! Her 
brain reeled and she could scarcely move or think. 

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She had thought, years before, when she fled 
from the mob, that was trial enough. But then her 
own were safely spared to her. 

"Give me strength, dear Lord ! I can't let any 
one else nurse him." 

But that night she yielded when Dr. Beebe's 
most trusted nurse, so capable, so kindly, came to 
relieve her. 

"Go and get one good night's sleep, dear," she 
said sympathetically. 

Shortly after entering her room, Dorothy was 
troubled to hear complaints from the tiny invalid 
baby. She was wailing as loudly as her strength 
would allow. Hastily seeking the cause of the 
little one's discomfort, what was the mother's hor- 
ror to find a centipede three inches long fastened 
on the tiny hand! Help was summoned, pure 
ammonia applied, and free bleeding established. 
Prompt measures averted the distressing conse- 
quences that would naturally ensue, and Dorothy, 
giving careful directions to her faithful Luma, who 
had become a Christian through Marion's sweet 
ministry, threw herself on the bed exhausted. She 
dreamed that her stately mother, with the beautiful 
"moonlight hair," and clad all in white, was picking 
up apricots in their front yard with Marion, and that 
she told her that her husband was well, and baby 
Edith an angel. 

The next few days only increased Dr. Macklin's 

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extreme weakness. He constantly pleaded for 
mountain air. 

"O, I must take him away/' Dorothy urged. 

"Well, it seems an impossible task, but he says 
he can not live twenty-four hours in the valley, and 
I think he is right about it, If you think 
esse you can, by any miracle, accomplish it, I 

Heroism & 1Ye m y consent/' the doctor said. It was 
five o'clock in the evening. At four the 
next morning the only boat that would pass up the 
river for the next three days would leave the wharf, 
five miles distant. They must get there that night. 
Details might be somewhat tedious, but that the 
herculean task may be in some degree appreciated, 
let the reader in civilized surroundings imagine, if 
possible, instead of a summer outing with cars, 
hotels, and all modern conveniences at their dis- 
posal, a laborious journey, and the necessity of car- 
rying all the furniture, food, bedding, etc., for a 
family of six, including two invalids! 

Dorothy must needs pay constant attention to 
the sick, but with a presence of mind for which she 
devoutly thanked the blessed Giver, she was able to 
direct the hurried preparations, friends packing the 
necessary clothing, and Chinese domestics attending 
to the culinary arrangements. The boys were active 
helpers, collecting this and that and making their 
own toilets. At ten o'clock that night they were all 
on the river bank. The Chinese inn with its dread- 

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ful odors and vermin was not to be thought of, and 
the beds were hastily set up on the ground, and 
under God's stars they rested, from sheer exhaus- 
tion, in spite of the mosquitoes. His precious prom- 
ise, "Underneath are the Everlasting Arms," a 
grateful pillow. 

The next day they went by steamer several hours 
up the river, then across the country in sedan 
chairs carried by coolies. The sick man was on a 
stretcher, the bearers of which occasionally lifted 
the canopy hung across the pole for protection, and 
remarked with oriental stoicism, "He's dead!" 

There was a rest of a few hours in a native 
inn, and then the climb again. For only two 
years had such a refuge from the heat and sick- 
ness of the valley been possible in China, and how 
thankful Dorothy was that three days' journey 
would put them on the mountain top, instead of the 
long, expensive journey to Japan being necessary, 
as formerly. 

The ascent of the mountain was terrifying. 
Up, up, up! The coolies carrying the chairs were 
swift runners and strong. Without stopping in 
their rapid gait they would swing the pole over 
bowed head to the opposite shoulder, never imag- 
ining that the extraordinary proceeding brought the 
heart of their guest into her mouth, producing 
simultaneously a sickening pain at the pit of the 
stomach ! 

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Lumber for the summer cottages had been 
brought along the mountain side on the backs of 
coolies, and to avoid striking the sides of the moun- 
tain it had been the practice of the laborers to keep 
as far from the mountain as possible. Hence the 
path was worn right on the edge of the precipice, 
a dizzy height rising on one hand, on the other, the 
awful depths below so near that the least mis-step 
would have hurled them into destruction. 

Dorothy had toiled with superhuman strength, 
and when all was so nearly accomplished, and she 
had seated herself in the chair ready for the ascent 
of the mountain, the reaction began to set in. Every 
step was torture, so strained were her tired nerves. 
As they began to get into the cold mountain air, so 
different from the hot, oppressive atmosphere of 
the valley they were leaving behind them, intense 
pain racked her poor body. She clasped her baby 
close with only one distinct, intense desire, "Will 
must not know how I am suffering," and smothered 
back the groans of agony that it seemed would rend 
her. At last the dreadful final climb of three hun- 
dred steps was accomplished. How could she have 
endured the motion another moment with this ex- 
cruciating colic racking her ! 

She caught sight of her husband's stretcher as 
it was let down at the door of Mrs. Meigs' cottage. 
Good Mrs. Meigs, their dear friend and neighbor, 
had preceded them a few days, and now offered 

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the hospitality of their home till the Macklins could 
get theirs somewhat settled. 

Dorothy was thankful that the Doctor was in 
the house and out of hearing distance before 
her chair was let down. A friend was beside her 
instantly, and she managed to whisper, "I am in 
agony; don't let Will know." Taking the slight 
form in his strong arms the friend carried her 
swiftly into the house. Almost beside herself with 
pain, she allowed them to chafe the cold hands and 
apply heat internally and externally. The pain 
yielded somewhat, and she insisted upon going her- 
self to Will's side to assure him that she was all 
right, and then hastened to inquire for the comfort 
of the invalid baby. Not many days did tiny Edith 
linger with them, and the little grave on the Kuling 
hills made sacred the retreat that had brought them 
such wonderful respite from suffering. . . . 

Swiftly the summer days passed. Dr. Macklin's 
recovery was very rapid. 

"She saved his life," was frequently remarked 
as they passed on their rambles — "as devoted as 
two young lovers." 

"She 's the bravest little thing you ever saw," 
said Mrs. Meigs, for in far-away Japan when 
the letter came telling of all she had endured, we 
said, "Now is the time to make the long-talked-of 
visit," and we went over to carry some little com- 
fort to the young heart so far away from home. 

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My little sister still lives and labors in China. 
Infinite are the demands on time and strength. The 
larger children must be taught. The little ones 
must be tended. Only in His strength can any 
mother be "sufficient" for these things. 

The mothers in this blessed land, with schools, 
kindergartens, churches, Sunday schools, music 
teachers, and a thousand adjuncts of civilized 
society to help them in the great work of rearing a 
family, should remember the missionary mothers, 
who are continually facing a siege as strenuous as 
that on which many of our famous generals made 
their reputation. 

The facts of these ardent lives, lived quietly 
and unostentatiously, are seldom given to the public. 

'• Is heroism dead in this our day ? 
No more rides forth in shining mail the knight, 
To do brave deeds in battle for the right, 
Or glitter in the tournament's array ; 
But has the noble heart burned out for aye 
Which kindled in those breasts such living fire ? 
Nay, Virtue's flame may but more straight aspire 
With every breath of glory shut away. 
Who keep, 'mid bosom foes, their souls alive, 
Who furnish other's need at cost untold, 
With young hopes wounded, unapplauded strive, — 
Are they no knights ? A Master said of old, 
That Honor but from Service doth derive ; 
From Him their title comes, their rank they hold." 



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"We have heard much of the spirit of the Brit- 
ish and American soldier and sailor, uncomplain- 
ingly eating hardtack and alleged canned roast beef, 
watching in muddy trenches, soaked with tropical 
rains, coolly sailing over torpedoes and submarine 
mines, charging with ringing cheers up the slopes 
of cannon-crested hills and through fever-breeding 
swamps. But they had the relief of action, the con- 
sciousness of being armed, the pulse-quickening 
bugle and drum, the sight of thousands of comrades. 
They were sustained by the knowledge that millions 
of determined people were ready to give them every 
possible support, that thousands of newspapers were 
blazoning their deeds to the world, and that prayers 
were being offered for them in a hundred thousand 
pulpits and around innumerable family altars. They 
knew, too, that if they were stricken by bullets or 
by disease a grateful and sorrowing nation would 
revere their memory and care for their loved ones. 

"But the soldiers of the Cross have few of these 
outward supports of the soldier. They spend their 
lives amid the climatic and sanitary conditions which 
so quickly sapped the vitality of American troops 
in Cuba and the Philippines. Such silent, invisible 
foes as cholera and bubonic plague sometimes test 

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the nerves as severely as the whistling of bullets, 
especially as they menace for months, while a battle 
lasts only a few days. If a mob forms, the mission- 
ary is often alone, far from succor, surrounded by 
brutal foes, absolutely unarmed, forbidden to fight, 
and scorning to run. To stand calmly at the post 
of duty in such circumstances and look Death 
squarely in the face requires fortitude surpassing 
the demands of any battlefield. When some im- 
periled British missionaries in Africa declined to 
desert the native Christians and accept the protec- 
tion of a ship of war, the admiral in command 
gazed at them a moment in amazement. Then, tak- 
ing off his cap, he exclaimed: 'Gentlemen, your 
courage is magnificent; men have been given the 
Victoria Cross for less heroism than yours.' " — Ex- 
tract from "The Foreign Missionary," by Arthur 
Judson Brown. 



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Dr. Macklin of Nanking 

Picture a moonlight night in North Japan, in 
April, 1885. A rude mission house, of Japanese 
structure, stands near the river bank. A high, 
board fence encloses the yard, and the gates are 
heavily barred. Yonder, a mile away, is a newly 
made grave, in a Buddhist cemetery. There rests 
the body of Josephine Wood Smith, the first mis- 
sionary of the Disciples of Christ to sleep in Ori- 
ental soil. It is near midnight, and within the mis- 
sion home no sound is heard save the feeble wail of 
the tiny, motherless babe, Josephine Estelle Smith, 
and the soft moving to and fro of her tender, anxious 
nurses. Suddenly there is a loud pounding at the 
gates, and we spring from our beds with a glad cry 
— "The doctor has come!" Hastily adjusting our 
clothing we hurry to meet our long-loaked-for 
guest. Dr. Macklin is chilly and tired. He is very 
thirsty, and as he drinks quantities of water (hav- 
ing first inquired if it had been boiled), we watch 
him earnestly. How young he looks — almost boy- 
ish. He is, in fact, only twenty-five years old; is 
clean shaven, of more than medium height, and has 
the scjuare chin and clear, blue eye of the man of 

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determined purpose and purity of character. We 
have not seen a foreigner for many months, and 
chat eagerly of "home," and the big world from 
which we have long been debarred. Dr. Macklin 
had come to the city of Akita, with its population 
of 36,000 souls, the capital of a province number- 
ing 600,000 inhabitants, in all of which territory 
there was not a single resident Protestant mission- 
ary outside the Smith-Garst family. O, what par- 
ishes at the "Uttermost Parts" of the world field! 

Away back in Middlesex County, Canada, in 
May, i860, William E. Macklin was born. The 
evil associations of a wicked little town had their 
effect on the boy as he developed but the influence 
of a brave boy companion (the son of a Methodist 
minister) who was strong to rebuke profanity in 
an associate; the work of the Sunday school, and 
the companionship of a devoted Christian mother, 
who required him to read a chapter a day in the 
Bible, saved "Willie" Macklin to do God's work in 
the world. Having completed academic training, 
the young man took his M. D. degree at Toronto 
Medical College at the age of nineteen, and began 
practicing in a little town near London, Canada. 
The youthful doctor was much amused when, one 
day, an Indian squaw came to his office and asked 
for medicine. 

"What is the matter with you?" asked the 
Doctor. 

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"You ought to know. You are the doctor !" the 
squaw replied indignantly, turned on her heel and 
left him, and he never saw her again. 

At twenty years of age Dr. Macklin became a 
Christian. During four years of successful practice 
he carefully saved his money with the goal in view 
of a post graduate course in New York, and while 
carrying out this plan he saw, in the Christian 
Standard, an earnest call from Isaac Errett for 
darkest Africa, and offered himself for that mis- 
sion. Plans for the African mission failing, the 
Doctor was asked to go to either Japan or India. 
He chose the island empire. He left behind him 
at the New York Polyclinic, as we have already 
heard, the reputation of being their "best all-round 
man/' Proceeding to London, England, Dr. 
Macklin entered with enthusiasm upon the special 
study of the eye, but shortly hearing of grave con- 
ditions in the Japan mission, he resigned his strong 
personal desire for further study, and pushed east- 
ward. Arriving in Nagasaki, the first port reached 
in Japan, he wired a greeting to Akita, and, alas! 
had to be saddened by the return message that the 
funeral of Josephine Smith was being held that day, 
March 25th. Owing to poor steamer service, it 
was nearly a month before Dr. Macklin reached the 
port opposite Akita, and hurried around the promin- 
tory, by pack horse, to our city. 

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Smith had conceived the idea that pigs would thrive 
in Akita, and asked the Doctor to bring up a few. 
The little fellows were all right during the sea voy- 
age, but when confined in baskets on either side of 
a shambling pack horse they grew restless, and in- 
sisted upon getting out. The men leading the pack 
horses hastened to secure the obstreperous porkers, 
when Dr. Macklin resumed his insistent reiteration 
of the well-conned phrase, "Akita hayaku! Akita 
hayaku!" (Akita quick.) 

In less than four days after his arrival the 
Doctor watched beside the deathbed of Mr. Smith's 
baby daughter, and at midnight of Sunday, April 
20th, helped shroud the little form. Twelve hours 
later Hartzell Garst was born. Into a home thus 
chastened by joy and sorrow, grief and pain, came 
the kindly, efficient, physician-friend. 

Dr. Macklin was an earnest Bible student and 
indefatigable in language study. He insisted upon 
a generous amount of physical exercise for every 
member of the mission, and in this way was a bene- 
diction, especially to the men, with whom he took 
long tramps. He was ceaseless in his admiration of 
the wonderful baby. Many were the good jokes 
told, and the hearty laughs that help keep the mis- 
sionary in useful trim. Mr. Garst was assiduously 
cultivating the acquaintance of a cow, part Jersey, 
and the rest, as the small boy would probably say, 
"just cow," and Japanese cow at that. Her yield 

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of milk was not such as to augur a prosperous 
career for the Garst baby. This cow, Mr. Garst 
said, "would climb a tree to hook a fellow in foreign 
clothes." Good-natured with the Japanese, she 
scented an Occidental from afar, and fire was in her 
eye. Dr. Macklin thought she should be disciplined. 

"O, you should n't give up to her so easy ! Just 
watch me!" exhorted the over-confident tenderfoot 
as he approached the attentive bovine with assur- 
ance. He was doomed to disappointment, for the 
cow was not responsive, and the Doctor's retreat was 
more hurried than graceful, as she charged upon 
him, tossing her anti-foreign horns high in air. 

Dr. Macklin made good progress in the study of 
the Japanese language, and did some itinerating, 
preaching, and healing. But carefully noting con- 
ditions, he concluded that Japan was not the field in 
which he could make his medical preparation tell 
most for the advancement of Christianity. Under 
the instruction of German specialists, the Japanese 
doctors had already become very proficient ; good 
medical schools and hospitals had been established, 
and the encroachment of foreign physicians was 
warmly resented. Under such circumstances the 
medical missionary could not be other than a hin- 
drance to Christian work. The Foreign Christian 
Missionary Society readily acceded to Dr. Macklin's 
plan to open work in China, and he left us in De- 
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course, we gave him up most regretfully, and could 

hardly keep back the tears the morning he left us. 

In the city of Nanking, which became the center 

of our work in China, Dr. Macklin was called the 

"foreign devil," hooted at, pelted with 

mud, and tiles were hurled at him from 
gun in 

Nanking the ro °f s oi the houses. He smilingly 
plodded on. Messrs. Saw and Hearn- 
don, of W. T. Moore's Training Class, in London, 
England, joined Dr. Macklin in the fall of 1886, 
and Messrs. Meigs and Williams and their families 
came out in the spring of 1888. Naturally enough, 
after more than two years of bachelor life, the 
coming of ladies to the mission was welcomed by 
these men with hilarious joy. In fact, tradition has 
it that Dr. Macklin, over exuberant, was even 
guilty, shortly after their arrival, of perpetrating a 
practical joke, as a vent to his feelings. A picnic 
party was planned, and when the donkeys were 
brought to the door of the old Buddhist temple, 
where the families were living, the Doctor managed 
to give the wink to the Chinese boys who were 
leading them, and the two most vicious mounts 
were assigned to the dignified divines, Messrs. 
Meigs and Williams, fresh from the Occident. The 
result was a most laughable downfall of the cloth, 
and a very promiscuous scramble on the roadside. 
No bones were broken, and all joined heartily in the 
merriment, not knowing till some time after that 

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the Doctor had been at the bottom of the school- 
boy prank. 

After twenty months spent in diligent study of 
the language, and travel over the empire, to make 
sure that Nanking was the best place to locate, Dr. 
Macklin rented a large building in the native city, 
and opened a dispensary. Later he secured ground 
in the northeast part of the city, and opened the 
Drum Tower Mission. 

In the spring of 1888, Dr. Macklin baptized the 
first convert, Shi, who had formerly been a street 
story teller and ballad singer, and who will be re- 
ferred to later in these sketches. 

In Japan we were watching eagerly the progress 

of the China Mission. On a hot July day in 1888, 

as I returned from a meeting for women, 
Dr. Macklin T . j . n + ■• -i • i_ 

... . T 1 was surprised to find a iinnkisha at 
Visits Japan r J 

our door. The two runners were breath- 
ing hard, and mopping the sweat from face and 
form with the inevitable blue cotton towel of the 
Japanese riki men. I saw at once that they had 
come from a distance, and wondered who had 
looked in upon us, when, through the open slides, 
I caught sight of Dr. Macklin in the sitting room. 
He had taken a hurried run over from Nanking, 
presumably to renew old acquaintances, but chiefly 
actuated by a deep desire to meet my little sister, 
Dorothy DeLany. The reader knows what fol- 
lowed — the strong attachment that was formed dur- 

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ing his visit, the correspondence for several months, 
the second coming of the Doctor, and his return to 
China with his pretty bride, in the winter of 1889. 

A few days before the wedding party departed 

for Tokyo, our thatch-roofed cottage was burned to 

the ground. Fortunately, most of the 

™? ue luggage of the prospective bride had 
Party keen sa fely forwarded by pack horse a 

few days before. A short time of incon- 
venience ensued, during which we were housed in 
the little chapel. 

Dr. Macklin was exceedingly solicitous con- 
cerning the comfort of the ladies during the hard 
trip to Tokyo. Several days must be spent in sleds, 
as coolies hauled the company over the snow cov- 
ered mountains to the railroad. Thinking Dorothy 
and her mother would pass the time more pleasantly 
if together, Dr. Macklin had a large sled made to 
order. When completed it looked unpleasantly like 
a huge coffin, but all such suggestion quickly van- 
ished when the laughing maiden and dignified el- 
derly lady faced each other, comfortably seated in 
either end of the sled. The bright rugs were snugly 
tucked about them, the tandem of sturdy coolies in 
front and the two "push" coolies behind, gave hi- 
larious signals, and they were off, Mr. Garst and the 
groom elect bringing up the rear in separate sleds 
and in high spirits. 

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The wedding was an international affair, as Dr. 
Macklin is a Canadian, and so under the British 
flag. The ceremony was performed at the British 
Legation in Tokyo, a representative being present 
from the American diplomatic body. 

My mother, having given her "baby" daughter 
to China, returned with Mr. Garst to our northern 
home, feeling that such a gift could not be esti- 
mated in cold cash. 

Reaching Nanking, Dr. and Mrs. Macklin went 

to housekeeping in the ramshackle old Buddhist 

temple, which was infested with sacred 

The snakes, centipedes, and other frightful 

is one creatures, and impossible to lock or bar 
Buddhist . 

Temple against thieves. Here the sainted Carrie 

Loos Williams also lived. It is well that 

the workers in Nanking are now pretty well housed, 

but there are other stations where buildings are 

sorely needed. The call to put good homes on the 

mission field should be quickly heeded. 

In a peculiar sense the missionary's home is his 

paradise — a shelter from the heathen environment 

all about him. The missionary's children 

are an important contribution to the 

sionary s 

Home success of the work, opening many ave- 

nues of approach to the people. Eight 
children have been given to Dr. and Mrs. Macklin 
in China, four sons and four daughters. The bodies 
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of the two little girls, Marion and Edith, mingle 
with the dust of China. Three sons are in school in 
America, and the remaining three children are with 
their parents in Nanking. Such large families are 
not looked upon with favor in the Occident, unfor- 
tunately, but in the Orient they are a passport to 
highest esteem. The Christian home is a prime 
factor in leavening heathenism. In the midst of 
demands that are overwhelming, Dr. Macklin does 
not forget the claims of the home upon him. He 
helps a little with the children's lessons, guiding 
them in the study of Latin and the natural sciences. 
Many a fowl is dissected to show the little people 
the structure of throat, heart, etc. 

Dr. Macklin gets his physical training by means 
of a large garden, in which fruits, flowers, and 
vegetables are cultivated. This garden is famous in 
Nanking, contributing richly to the enjoyment and 
health of Dr. Macklin's family and many in the 
community. 

In 1 89 1 there were serious riots in Nanking. 

Dr. Macklin's cisterns were broken open by the mob, 

who confidently expected to find in them 

KT , . the bodies of the babies whose eyes and 

Nanking m m J 

fingers, they maintained, had been used 
by the foreign doctor in making medicine. Altru- 
ism is so foreign to the Chinese mind, that when 
cast-off babies are rescued, some ulterior motive is 

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believed to have actuated the deed, and an expla- 
nation is trumped up and used by anti-foreign sym- 
pathizers to incite the rabble to destructive demon- 
strations. The first concern of the Doctor during 
these riots was to get his wife and baby boy safely 
on a steamer for Shanghai, and to send his manikin 
there for safe storage, for he knew if it was found 
at the dispensary it would be pronounced by the 
infuriated mischief makers, to be the skeleton of a 
Chinaman. 

F. E. Meigs, on furlough in 1891, made a strong 
appeal at the Allegheny City convention for a hos- 
pital in Nanking; the first one thousand 

„ dollars were given by A. M. Atkinson. 

Tower fe J 

Hospital A fi ne building was erected near the 
Drum Tower; in Nanking, a triple me- 
morial to Isaac Errett, Joseph King, and O. A. 
Burgess. In this hospital are well furnished private 
rooms for patients in good circumstances, and their 
fees help in the support of the large charity work 
for which Dr. Macklin is fast becoming famous. 
When the building was dedicated, the literati of the 
city, erstwhile enemies of the missionaries, as of all 
foreigners, were ready to ask permission to assist 
in the ceremonies, and they decorated the walls 
with crimson satin scrolls, brilliant with Chinese 
hieroglyphics wrought in gold, portraying the vir- 
tues of the foreign medicine man. 

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Dr. Osgood says: "Dr. Macklin has been doc- 
tor, trainer of assistants, chief general surgeon, 
preacher, translator of medical and edu- 
A Medical ca tional books, itinerator to a dozen out- 
issionary p j nts f or p rea ching, tract producer and 
Evangelist distributor, and station physician." It 
would be difficult to tell in which of these 
many departments he has been the most successful. 
Everything a consecrated missionary does contrib- 
utes to the advancement of gospel w T ork. All in- 
stitutional work is directly conducive to evangelism. 
How can it be otherwise, when the gospel is taught, 
and Christian literature is distributed, and gospel 
songs sung in every hospital and dispensary, and 
students in school become embryo evangelists, as- 
sisting the missionary in every service ? Even the 
sewing circle and cooking class become centers for 
direct Christian influence. 

For many years Dr. Macklin preached daily in 
the dispensaries and hospital. Now noble workers, 
trained by himself and others, do this work most 
effectively, supervised by Frank Garrett. Dr. Mack- 
lin speaks of helpers who would give their lives for 
the work. One preacher holds audiences for three 
consecutive hours in the evening. These men are 
not paid for their preaching, either. 

Dr. Macklin is a profound Chinese scholar, and 
is exceedingly clever in his references to the history 

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and superstitions of the Chinese in his preaching, 

using these as illustrations. In this way he applies 

the story of Yo Fei, a "Gentile/' who 

, e ~, t0ry did bv "nature the things contained in 
of a Chinese ,-„«,*. - 1 , , 

Hero the law. Yo Fei was born on the banks 

of the Yellow River, at the time of the 
Xorman Rule in England. During a terrible 
flood, Yo Fei and his mother were placed in 
an iron pot, which, with much wreckage, was 
carried far down the stream. The man who chose, 
from the abundant plunder, the iron pot and its 
burden, was jeered at by his companions because 
of his foolhardiness in assuming the responsibility 
of two more mouths to feed. As Yo Fei grew into 
youth, he was faithful to his widowed mother, and 
spent much time on the hills gathering fuel for her, 
when other lads were out at play. The mother 
was a scholar, but so pitifully poor that she could 
not buy either books, pen, or ink, but taught Yo 
Fei by writing in the dust with a stick. This inci- 
dent gives a splendid illustration in favor of female 
education. When a school was opened in the town 
in which he lived, Yo Fei was debarred, by poverty, 
from entering it, but when the master discovered 
some of his writing on a plastered wall he recog- 
nized his ability and adopted him, giving him every 
opportunity for culture. He was trained in the 
classics and in militarv tactics. When he went up 

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for the examinations he was offered his choice of 
several horses, and selected one especially vicious 
and dirty, dashed into the river with him, and by 
means of a thorough scrubbing, transformed him 
into a beautiful, white steed, by means of which he 
greatly distinguished himself in the tournament. 
When there was a call for troops to defend the 
empire against the Kui Tartars, Yo Fei was put 
into a conspicuous place. When the general asked 
him what would be his plans for battle, Yo Fei 
discreetly answered, "Use the plans that circum- 
stances and times demand." This is Dr. Macklin's 
text when urging the Chinese to change according 
to the spirit of the times. Yo Fei was brilliantly 
successful in the war. His comrades, forced by 
hunger, became brigands, and Yo Fei drew a line 
on the ground, saying, "I am loyal and honest; you 
become thieves ; this line parts us forever." Not 
yielding to the many inducements offered by emis- 
saries sent to confer with him, though he and his 
mother were starving, Yo Fei waited till the call 
of his country gave him an honorable opening, and 
then went forth to battle, branded on the back 
by his mother with the words: "Loyal, Faithful, 
True, and Holy," as a warning to him to follow 
righteousness. Yo Fei defeated the Tartars, and 
drove out the prince of the bandits with his follow- 
ers. Using the bandit to illustrate the devil, and 
likening the gods of the temples to his followers, 

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Dr. Macklin pleads for the One, who, stronger 
than Satan, has power even over death, and who 
can deliver those who are all their lifetime subject 
to bondage. Yo Fei again led his troops against 
the Tartars, but w r as the victim of jealousy and 
duplicity, was seized, imprisoned, and martyred. 
His grave has been honored for centuries- by the 
Chinese, and he is an exemplification of the "work 
of the law" written in Chinese hearts. 

Dr. Macklin is fearless in rebuking the iniquity 

of idol worship. He tells us in the Intelligencer of 

October, 1901 : "The devil is the only 

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p real god of China. The proverb says, 

'The devil settles that you die at the 
third watch; who can stay on till the fifth watch?' 
The gods of the temples are practically only officers 
of the devil, and offerings made to them are really 
bribes to gain their kindly offices as mediators, just 
as the people get ' justice' (?) by bribing the w r riters 
and underlings of the officials. In a large temple 
near our hospital, mud images of the sick are placed 
before the infernal officers as substitutes for those 
sick and likely to die. Male children often have an 
ear-ring put in one ear, and are, as it were, made 
into girls, so the devil will not be so ready to take 
them. Boys' noses are singed so they are like cattle, 
to save them from the devil. Children are often 
made god children to a stone turtle, and other devil- 
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the Chinese pay one-fourth of their income in idol 
worship. Dr. Macklin exclaims : "O, the bondage 
and sorrow of the Chinese ! The mention of the 
word 'death' causes consternation to the people. 
We preach the idea of a Savior from this devil, 
and we feel that we wrestle not against flesh and 
blood. There is a veritable Prince of Darkness. 
Would that we had the tongues of angels to quickly 
bring the people to a knowledge of the truth that 
shall make them free. I have presented this idea 
of the god of China to the people for years, and 
nobody thinks it peculiar. They agree with me. 
About a year ago I was chatting with a couple of 
prominent officials, both educated in English. One 
said, 'We must have schools and colleges.' I said, 
'You can't, as you spend your money on devil wor- 
ship.' One indignantly said, 'I do not worship 
devils.' His companion said, 'You are young yet, 
wait till you are old. All Chinamen worship devils.' 
This was said in English, at dinner on a steamer, 
before all the passengers." 

Dr. Wakefield, one of Dr. Macklin's associates in 

the work, pictures an afternoon with the Doctor 

as he preaches in one of the many vil- 

T ! age lages about Nanking. "I remember one 
Itinerary ° * 

afternoon we left dinner early and 
started across country. Every one knows the Doc- 
tor. Often they stop and speak to him or shout a 
greeting from the fields. We finally reached our 

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village, and when Dr. Macklin comes to town he 
needs no church bell to call the people. As soon as 
a child on the edge of the village sees him, he starts 
up the cry, 'Ma Sen seng lai liao/ It is picked up 
by children down the street, and in fifteen minutes 
has gone down every alley and cross street, and 
every one in the place knows that 'Dr. Macklin has 
come/ He goes to the largest tea house. The tea 
house is the social center in the Chinese city, and 
crowds gather quickly. They come, the sick, lame, 
and blind, crying for help. Men with poor, broken, 
ill-set limbs beg him to straighten them so they can 
work again. He gives such aid as he can, telling- 
cases he can help when to come to the hospital. 
Many he must turn away. Help comes too late. Dr. 
Macklin suggests they must be very lazy people in 
that town — they all have poor, thatched houses, 
hardly fit for animals — if they were industrious they 
would have good homes, with tile roofs. But they 
protest, 'Why, Dr. Macklin, you know we are 
hard-working people; you know we are not lazy.' 
'Well, hold up your hands, then,' says the Doctor. 
They hold up their hands. Great ridges of callous 
places cross them. They are hard with toil. The 
Doctor scratches his head. 'I knew you worked/ 
he says, 'but your homes ?' Suddenly his face clears. 
'Ah!' said he, 'I have it. As I came into town I 
noticed your temple was a beautiful building, with 
a fine tile roof. Your priest, as he passed, I no- 

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ticed was dressed beautifully in heavy silk. O, 
that 's it ! that 's it ! The priest in the temple sits 
and says his prayer — ' and Dr. Macklin keeps re- 
peating the Buddhist prayer till he has it made 
into a buzz like the song of a mosquito. 'O that 's 
it! The priest sits there in his temple and says 
his prayer; he is like the mosquito. He stings 
you ; he stings you. He sticks his claws into 
you; takes everything from your pocket. He 
gives you nothing but fear and misery and despair. 
There is no peace, no hope, no joy, no love in 
his religion. He has a fine temple and dresses 
in silks. He leaves you in a shack, the night of 
despair. O, men, how long must you cling to such 
foolishness? Why is it you will not listen to Him 
who gave His life for you, that you might have 
peace and joy and happiness? Why will you 
not give your life to Him, who, because He loved 
you, gave His life for you, that your lives might 
be filled with love? Why is it, men?' They hang 
their heads, for his sermon has reached their hearts. 
They know he lives his sermon, and they can not 
get away from it. So, quietly, he leaves them 
standing there, goes out and gets on his horse, and 
hurries for home. I tell you, some day I expect to 
see a church in that village, and a tablet on the wall 
with the words, f Ma Sen seng lai liao/ — 'Dr. Mack- 
lin came.' " 

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gard to his evangelistic work : "Eight to ten earnest 
workers, my students, and preachers in the Bible 
college go frequently to my fifteen out-stations, 
north and east of the city. I also make preaching 
trips to these places four times a week." . . . 

In the spring of 19 10, shortly after Dr. Macklin 
left for America, a remarkable revival meeting was 
held at the old South Gate Dispensary, where the 
work was begun by him nearly twenty-five years 
ago. This station is in the very heart of the Chinese 
city. The narrow street, the jostling traffic, the 
harsh roar of discordant sounds, the rough, coarse, 
heathen jangle, the odious stenches — all bespeak 
the sore need of the Christ, with his balm for body, 
mind, and soul. Evangelist Shi was the principal 
preacher during the meeting. Careful, previous 
preparation was made; the Christians were organ- 
ized into groups of workers, and into praying cir- 
cles. Arrangements were made to seat five hundred, 
but from the first the accommodations were inade- 
quate. The overflow pleaded earnestly to be admit- 
ted. "I came so far ;" "I was here last night and do 
not want to miss the connection/' these and many 
other pleas were presented for admittance, The 
Spirit of God was strongly manifest in the meetings. 
He convicted of sin. One hundred and sixty-seven 
decided for the new life, and the missionaries and 
their associates said, "O, if only Dr. Macklin could 
have seen it all." 

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Missionaries early learned that not alone by 
preaching, but by all the power of developed work 
as seen in Christian lands, must Chris- 
ierary tianity be fortified in pagan lands, if it 
is to be successful. "Thy Kingdom 
come/' is a prayer for righteousness, justice, and 
liberty, which must permeate every avenue of life. 
The Anti-Opium Society, Anti-Footbinding Society, 
and the Christian Literature Society are mighty 
forces for the improvement of conditions temporal 
and spiritual in China. A strong Christian litera- 
ture is eminently necessary, and especially helpful, 
because the Chinese are great readers, and have 
superstitious reverence for the printed page. Dr. 
Macklin has translated into Chinese, biographies of 
eminent men who have contributed to the progress of 
Christian enlightenment in Anglo-Saxon countries. 
Among these, the lives of Thomas Jefferson, Crom- 
well, Wycliffe, and William the Silent (Motley's 
"Rise of the Dutch Republic," which is on the list of 
text-books for preparation for civil service exami- 
nations). Mr. Li, a Chinese scholar of reputation, 
was Dr. Macklin's efficient helper in much of this 
literary work. The Doctor says (speaking of "The 
Rise of the Dutch Republic") : "I translated by dic- 
tating the chapters, and giving him, as an accepted 
writer, the liberty to embellish the writing. Then 
he brought me the book and I went over it very 
carefully, perhaps re-wrote parts of it. So, when 

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it was done, it was a Western book in Chinese dress, 
which makes it quite readable to the Chinese." The 
next great work undertaken was Greene's (una- 
bridged) "History of the English People," one of 
the finest pieces of literature in the English lan- 
guage. Together Dr. Macklin and Mr. Li worked 
five years to complete this. The great Viceroy, 
Tuan Fang (who, in spite of the edict of the Em- 
press Dowager, protected the foreign refugees dur- 
ing the Boxer uprising), not only wrote a splendid 
preface to this book, but also gave Dr. Macklin 
five hundred dollars to assist him in his medical 
work. 

The former Viceroy, Jo Foo, used a number of 
copies of the work as gifts to his friends, and the 
present Viceroy of Nanking, Jan, acknowledging 
the receipt of a copy, said he would leave it on his 
desk for constant reference. 

"Swiss Life in Town and Country" was also 
translated. "Our aim," Dr. Macklin says, "in these 
translations was to give the Chinese scholars and 
officials our secret of Christian civilization. Such 
books as Greene's 'History of the English People/ 
and Motley's 'Rise of the Dutch Republic,' show 
the influence of Christianity in developing democ- 
racy and political liberty, much as the Old Testa- 
ment shows the influence of religion in the de- 
velopment of the Jew. It upsets the agnostic evo- 
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to Christian leadership and influence." The last 
book translated with Mr. Li was "The Church of 
Christ/' by a Layman, in both the book and col- 
loquial forms, and it is in its second edition. Mr. 
Li's untimely death, over a year ago, from tuber- 
culosis, was a blow to Dr. Macklin. He feels that 
he has lost a brother. "Progress and Poverty." by 
Henry George, is ready for the third edition, "The 
Theory of Human Progression," by Patrick Edward 
Dove, meets the sophistries of the agnostic evo- 
lutionist, and such writings as those of Huxley, 
which are translated, and eagerly read by the liter- 
ary classes. Spencer's "Social Statics," which he 
wrote before he became an agnostic, the best answer 
to "Philip Drunk, by Philip Sober," has also been 
translated. Such works will have their place in 
making a new China for God. 

Time would fail to tell of the innumerable pages 
and leaflets Dr. Macklin gives to the people in his 

tracts. Of these tracts we read: "But 
' the people press around and want one of 

Dr. Macklin's tracts. Now there is 
nothing in the world quite like Dr. Macklin's tracts. 
I remember one he had that afternoon. It had the 
picture of a coffin at the top. It was a tract on 
opium. The finest thing a young man can give 
his father is a coffin. The old gentleman puts it 
underneath his bed and keeps it there, ready to drop 
into when he dies, for above all things else, a China- 

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man wishes respectable burial. Below this picture 
was printed a story like this : 'You men, smoking 
opium, buy yourself a coffin, crawl into it, have 
some one nail it almost tight, and stay there till your 
craving for opium is gone. If you die, you have 
a coffin and respectable burial, which is more than 
you have if you continue the use of opium. (For a 
Chinaman sells absolutely everything — home, wife, 
girls, son — for opium.) If you live, you can have 
your friends pry up the cover, and you come out 
a man, with your coffin on hand/ " Then he tells 
them to come to his hospital, where he will put 
them into an opium ward, under guard. He will 
feed them, give them needed medicine, and they 
will come out men. 

In an annual report, Dr. Macklin modestly refers 
to this stupendous literary work in the following 
words : "This translation takes up about six hours 
a week of my time, and is the way I keep up in 
the language.'' 

Dr. Macklin says: "The medical work is the 

great work of the medical missionary. I believe 

he ought to devote himself to preaching 

* *. ca all he can, but if he is sent out alone, and 
Mission ...■«, 

Work finds a great amount of spiritual work, 

with no one but himself to do it, he is 
likely to withdraw too much of his energies from 
his medical work. With every medical missionary 
we ought to have a number of preachers. The 

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preaching must not be neglected, but the trouble 
with the medical missionary is that he is left with 
double work on his hands. He should not give up 
his preaching, but yet he ought to be thorough in 
his medical work. The medical man who is looked 
up to is the one who does the best work, and can 
be depended on in sickness. If one were on an 
eminence and took a bird's-eye view of what has 
been done in China, he would see that the medical 
men are doing nothing more than putting into prac- 
tice what Christ did when He was on earth. Jesus 
went about doing good. Suppose a man went out 
to preach the gospel without any thought or care 
for the suffering and afflicted — his mission would 
somehow be a failure. The medical work was 
always held in by the societies. It was so in Japan, 
and when the Japanese Government wanted medical 
men for schools, they asked the Emperor of Ger- 
many. The result is that the whole medical body 
there has gone atheistic/' Further, the Doctor sug- 
gests that a good medical college be established in 
Nanking, by interdenominational effort, and that is 
being done. For years Dr. Macklin had no assistant 
in his work. He has every form of disease to treat, 
and many surgical patients. It was the usual thing 
for him to go to bed with from one to six very 
sick patients on his mind. He must look after the 
sterilization of his instruments and dressings, and 
after operations, turn nurse and see personally to 

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DR. MACKLIN OF NANKING 

the care of the patient. He had to see to the clean- 
ing and keeping in order of the hospital, the scrub- 
bing and sweeping ; and to all the detail of changing 
dressings, etc. 

With the coming of Mrs. Molland, as matron 
of the hospital, in 1904, a new day dawned. Mrs. 
Molland is consecrated to China by the 
Mrs# devoted service and death there of her 

o an as hiigbaiicl years ago. She superintends 
Matron ^ e management of the hospital in every 
way, is training nurses, and is an invalu- 
able assistant. With the aid of assistants trained 
by herself and Dr. Macklin, she has, during his fur- 
lough, which has just expired, kept hospital and 
dispensaries open, and the work progressing very 
satisfactorily. 

Dr. Macklin expresses himself emphatically in 
favor of taking generous fees from the rich of 
China ; he believes the doctor is more re- 
. spected in this way. But he as earnestly 

exhorts to have pity on the poor. Hun- 
dreds die without the walls of Nanking every year 
from exposure and starvation. With Mr. Garrett, 
Dr. Macklin has investigated conditions. They 
have found that the tenant farmer is a great suf- 
ferer. In famine times especially is this true. Fifty 
per cent of the crops must go to the landlord, and 
twenty-five per cent to the idols. Passing a poor, op- 
pressed fellow on the roadside one day, as he lay 

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upon a filthy piece of matting, the story of the Good 
Samaritan flashed into the Doctor's mind, and he 
turned back, got help, and took the man to a place 
of shelter. He died in a few minutes, but Dr. 
Macklin called an official and had him buried, and 
preached a sermon regarding mercy. He has al- 
ways since been the champion of the suffering. It 
takes but one dollar and fifty cents, to be sure, to 
feed and shelter a man in the charity, or "beggars' 
ward" of the hospital for a month, but if fifty were 
cared for, it would mean seventy-five dollars a 
month, or nine hundred dollars a year. Needless 
to say, Dr. Macklin could not contribute such an 
amount himself. How does he care for a hundred 
beggars at a time in this ward? Simply by doub- 
ling and trebling his efforts, becoming physician to 
diplomats, to customs officials, railroad con- 
structors, and foreigners in general. The strain 
upon him is fearful, but he has been able to endure 
it in a most remarkable way. This is the more sur- 
prising, since Dr. Macklin is not a strong man. 
When he went to Japan twenty-five years ago he 
failed in his examination for life insurance. (Our 
Board did not at that time require a medical ex- 
amination.) Only through indomitable persever- 
ance, an iron will, perfect attention to hygiene, and 
care about exercise, has Dr. Macklin been able to 
accomplish a most phenomenal work. But the gray 
hairs are coming fast, and he says, as he goes out 

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the fourth time, he feels that he is "going in for his 
last plunge/' unless he gets relief. Tragic indeed 
would it be if so endowed and endued a worker 
were to be removed from the field through over- 
work, that could be avoided with the more elaborate 
equipment that could so easily be spared him from 
Christian America. . . . 

When ministers at home receive wedding and 
funeral and lecture fees, they are privileged to keep 
them. Not so on the mission field. Every cent 
that comes into the hands of a missionary must go 
to the support of the work. In 1909 an even seven 
thousand dollars was put into the medical work by 
Dr. Macklin. The years have brought him many 
valuable friends. 

One day, on a Yangste River steamer, Dr. Mack- 
lin and his friend Mr. King fell into conversation. 
Mr. King is a wealthy Chinese merchant. 
ep " He had bought some of the Doctor's 

tracts and read them. He offered, on 
this occasion, to give Dr. Macklin three hundred 
dollars to help in the medical work. "Thank you/' 
said Dr. Macklin. "Come and see the hospital first." 
Complying with this request, Mr. King came and 
saw. He was surprised that more ground was not 
bought and a larger equipment provided. When 
he heard that it was because of lack of funds, he 
secured a tract of land valued at three thousand 
dollars, and gave it to Dr. Macklin. 

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The Chinese Christian, Mr. Jwan, was heart- 
broken when his beautiful nine-year-old grandson 
was taken ill with cholera. It was im- 
Off - an possible for him to secure a foreign doc- 
tor, and he had no faith in a Chinese 
doctor, and so he said, "I simply prayed to God 
and Jesus to save the boy." Joy knew no bounds 
when the lad recovered, and the two consulted 
together, and decided to give a thousand dollars 
as a thank-offering. They brought it to the com- 
munion table. With this gift, and twelve hundred 
dollars more given by Mr. Jwan, a contagion hos- 
pital has been erected by Dr. Macklin on the gift of 
land from Mr. King. 

Mrs. Molland and Dr. Macklin are 
p . e p ne . y " constantly exposed to contagion. To 
them the words of the Psalmist are cer- 
tainly very vivid : 

" Thou shalt not be afraid for the terror by night, 
Nor for the arrow that flieth by day: 
A thousand shall fall by thy side, 
And ten thousand at thy right hand; 
But it shall not come nigh thee," 

May the closing words of the same Psalm, 

" I will deliver him and honor him, 
With long life will I satisfy him, 
And show him my good pleasure," 

be increasingly fulfilled to them and those dear to 
them. 

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A few summers ago Dr. Macklin wrote of the 
cholera scourge: 

"There is a terrible epidemic of cholera now 
raging along the Yangste Valley, and people are 
dying by the thousands. Dr. Lucy Gay- 
nor, of the Friends mission, has started 
a system of relief on a large scale in 
Nanking, in the shape of free distribution of medi- 
cine to relieve the sufferers. She gives two little 
bottles, one of castor oil to get rid of water melon, 
cucumber, squash, fruit, etc., and another of medi- 
cine to check the trouble. These little bottles have 
been given out by the thousands, and have now a 
great reputation from the cures made. We are now 
putting up placards and giving out tracts, telling 
the people the cause of the disease and how to avoid 
it, and inviting them to come early and get medicine, 
which is given free at all the Christian hospitals 
and chapels. If we do not cure all the cases we 
at least show that the Christian Church is interested 
in the sufferings of the people. What do the Chinese 
do for the epidemic? They believe it is caused by 
the god of pestilence, so they erect pavilions all over 
the city, and burn incense, and have chants to escort 
the gods away. There are about two hundred of 
these stands at a cost of thirty to forty dollars 
apiece, besides offerings in the temples, and private 
masses, totaling in all an expenditure of tens of 
thousands of dollars. If this money could be used 

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in making good drains, establishing a water works 
system, and generally cleaning up, cholera could be 
stamped out. Cholera is getting to be more and 
more, in fact, a disease of heathen and Catholic 
countries. Pure gospel religion gets rid of super- 
stition. Christians clean up instead of having in- 
cantations and processions." 

Dr. Macklin treats from eighteen to twenty 

thousand patients annually. Of him Dr. Osgood, 

one of his co-workers, said recently, in 

A Disciple h christian Evangelist: "In the hearts 

of the Great 

Physician °^ thousands of Chinese in this part of 

the empire, Dr. Macklin is one of the 
greatest of men. He fed them, bound up their 
wounds and sores; some he clothed; for some he 
found work when they had recovered; some went 
out of his door to their long home, but they had a 
decent place in which to die ; all this he has done for 
many hundreds these twenty-five years he has been 
ministering to China's sick. Go more than one hun- 
dred miles in any direction from Nanking, and the 
name 'Ma Ling,' (Dr. Macklin's Chinese name) is 
known. If a foreigner is traveling through the 
country and is not recognized by any other name, 
the people will be heard saying, 'There goes Dr. 
Macklin.' He is the one foreigner whose name they 
know. Such work brings back to the Chinese their 
moral responsibility to care for their brethren — 
shows them man is his brother's keeper. It was 

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from living with and observing Dr. Macklin's work, 
that Evangelist Shi, the first convert in the mission, 
went back to his home, and by picking up and be- 
friending many of these homeless wanderers, has 
won many a man and woman to Christ. What Dr. 
Macklin as a foreigner is to the Chinese, Shi Gwei 
Biao as a Chinese is to his own people." The fact 
that this work has saved many a useful life to the 
Chinese Empire and to the Church of Christ, is em- 
phasized by Dr. Osgood: "One such was teacher 
for years in our Nanking college. Many a faithful 
servant, coolie, gateman, and chapel keeper has 
been lifted out of the slough of despond and made a 
valuable adjunct to missionary service. A ricksha 
coolie refused to take pay from the Doctor. He 
had been picked up and healed in his hospital. Let 
the Doctor enter almost any tea house in Nanking 
and the vicinity, and some one will tell how he has 
been healed by 'Ma Ling/ He reveals the wonder- 
ful compassion of Christ, and exemplifies the 'Inas- 
much/ '" 

This sketch can not close better than by a word 
from Mr. Hunt, another of Dr. Macklin's fellow 
missionaries : 

"It was a dark, cold night. The lights of the 
walled city were out. The winds howled around 
the poorly protected inn. Two of your missionaries 
were staying for the night on a preaching tour. 
The cry of the night watchman and the wail of the 

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poor broke the spell. Something had happened. 
Abram E. Cory felt some one crawling into his warm 
bed. It was Dr. W. E. Macklin. With the love in his 
great savior-heart he had crept out of bed at the 
thought of the poor, had folded up his Oriental bed 
and taken it out and covered up a poor, lost pagan 
waif with it. Some one saw it and said, 'Inasmuch/ 
Dr. W. E. Macklin's work in Nanking is a monu- 
ment of grace. No man puts more reverence into 
his service, or less trimming on his coat. The Chi- 
nese love him and revere his name all over the 
country. He loves men in the Savior's way of lov- 
ing them, and that to lift them up. The hospital is 
crowded to its utmost capacity. The poor wards are 
all full. This work needs support. It is beneficent 
work that interprets the whole missionary purpose. 
While Dr. Macklin is at home we can say these 
things, and he is too far off to administer the pill 
that he might to us for so telling it. He is a prince 
among men. His record in China deserves the full 
confidence and the largest support of the Churches. 
We are all so glad that Dr. and Mrs. Macklin are 
again reunited with their two brave boys, Theodore 
and William. There will be joy in that home! 
They live at Ames, Iowa; and if any one wants to 
give them a cheer, or ring up a song for them there, 
let them be assured that the missionaries in China 
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tell you something you have n't heard before about 
things that do n't get into the annual reports." 

" Somebody made a loving gift, 
Cheerfully tried a load to lift ; 
Somebody told the love of Christ, 
Told how His will was sacrificed." 
Was that somebody you ? 



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" Found on the fly leaf of the diary of a missionary who 
died in Africa. 



£ ptaytv 



Laid on thine altar, O my Lord divine, 

Accept this gift to-day for Jesus' sake. 
I have no jewels to adorn Thy shrine, 

Nor any world-famed sacrifice to make ; 
But here I bring within my trembling hand 

This will of mine — a thing that seemeth small — 
But Thou alone, O Lord, canst understand 

How, when I yield Thee this, I yield mine all. 

Hidden therein Thy searching gaze can see 

Struggles of passion, visions of delight; 
All that I have, or am, or fain would be ; 

Deep loves, fond hopes, and longings infinite, 
It hath been wet with tears and dimmed with sighs, 

Clenched in my grasp till beauty hath it none ! 
Now from Thy footstool where it vanquished lies 

The prayer ascendeth — may Thy will be done. 

Take it, O Father, ere my courage fail, 

And merge it so in Thine own will that e 'en 
If in some desperate hour my cries prevail 

And Thou give back my gift, it may have been 
So changed, so purified, so fair have grown, 

So one with Thee, so filled with peace divine, 
I may not know or feel it as mine own, 

But gaining back my will may find it Thine." 

I regret to be unable to make proper acknowledgment for the 
above. I find it in one of my note books with the explanatory sentence 
as quoted. It is so completely the language of my little sister's heart 
that I presume to use it, thanking the unknown source.— L. D. G. 



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The time for Dr. and Mrs. Macklin's second 
furlough was long past, but in spite of the warnings 
of physicians that, because of Mrs. Macklin's im- 
paired health, delay was critical, they continued to 
put off the home coming. Several urgent matters 
impelled them to take this course. First, there 
was no doctor for the large medical work, and the 
prospects were that hospital and dispensaries would 
have to be closed; second, not one of the already 
overworked missionary force could assume the re- 
sponsibility of Dr. Macklin's evangelistic work ; and 
last of all, the two eldest boys must be left in Amer- 
ica for school, and the dreaded separation should be 
delayed as long as possible. But seventeen years in 
Nanking, without change of climate or environ- 
ment (except during the brief furlough home ten 
years before) were telling sadly on both the Doctor 
and his wife, and they realized that, if they would 
prolong their usefulness in China, the wrench of 
leaving the field must be heroically faced, and the 
home going was definitely planned for the spring 
of '04. 

"Six children to get ready this time," mused my 
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little sister. It was great in the eyes of the Chinese 
to be the mother of four sons. To the Christian 
parents the two dear, little girls were not one whit 
less important or precious. 

With the cheap tailors to do the sewing, it was 
well worth while to turn and piece and mend. 
Father's trouser s worked over nicely into knee 
breeches for the boys. Mother's laid-by garments 
were utilized for the girls, and baby Charles was so 
wee that his clothes did not require much in the 
way of material. 

"But O, for just one really stylish tailored gown 
for myself !" With a sigh Mrs. Macklin smoothed 
a broadcloth garment across her knee. It was a 
handsome riding habit, a pleasant relic of gay days 
in the old army life. "The stuff is all right, and I 
like the dark green, and I believe it would make me 
a very good suit, but Jo T'sai Feng will never get 
any 'hang' to the thing." Then, after a few mo- 
ments in a "brown study," she exclaimed, "I have it." 
The happy plan suddenly hit upon was, to ask a lady 
just "out" from home to allow the tailor to copy 
one of her fresh gowns, and so, Mrs. Macklin re- 
flected, she might go home looking a little less anti- 
quated than she had feared. 

In fitting the new suit the tailor did not smooth, 
and pin, and alter, but standing back as Mrs. 
Macklin made suggestions, he said thoughtfully, 
"Yes, it needs a change there — letting out here — yes, 

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I see — " He came back next day with improve- 
ments, but his little patroness saw that the dress 
would not look at all like the home gowns. A 
shadow passed over her face. She had thought 
very much of "style" once, and was not indifferent 
to it now, but quick as a flash came the thought, 
"Some one will wear the 'wedding garment' because 
we are here doing the work of the Christ, and that 
makes up for a whole lot !" There was a smile upon 
the lips, and a suffused light in the eyes as she 
hummed, "Will there be any stars in my crown?" 
"Evangelist Shi will surely be one in Will's," 
thought Mrs. Macklin, as she recalled the conse- 
crated worker who, for years, had been 
Evangelist Hghtening dark lives in China# Dn 
Shi Gwei ,r 1 1. 1 , r , 1 

Biao Macklin had found the man, a street 

story teller, and a slave to opium. The 
Gospel of Mark attracted him as a possible source 
from which to obtain additions to his stock of tales, 
but soon its deeper message found his soul. Six 
times Dr. Macklin helped him to break the opium 
habit, which bound him with fearful chains, and six 
times he fell back, almost in despair. But the 
seventh time he was "more than conqueror," as he 
took firm hold of the living Christ, and with truly 
"experimental knowledge" he began eagerly to point 
others to the Lamb of God that taketh away the 
sin of the world. Shi's earnest Christian wife and 
little adopted daughter followed each other in quick 
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succession in Mrs. Macklin's mind, as she continued 
her work, musing upon the wonderful story of the 
child, Ai Tsz, who was born in a Mohammedan 
home, and was the object of violent hatred on the 
part of her father, who had, of course, desired a 
son. 

"Throw it away on the hills for the wolves to 
eat!" commanded the husband roughly, thinking of 
the expense of support, and a wedding dower. 
"Cast it out or I will dash it to the ground!" he 
roared. But the frantic mother eluded his fierce 
grasp and rushed out into the cold night air. Hardly 
knowing whither she went, she clasped the babe 
close, tightening the swathe of cotton wadded rags 
about its tiny form. Hearing the flow of the river 
as it passed the village, she bethought her that 
death in the flood would be kinder than the tearing 
of wolves. With a final clasp of the babe to her 
aching heart, she laid it on the steep bank,' and 
fearing to hear the splash as it rolled down, and 
into the water, she hastened away. 

The next morning Mrs. Shi was early at the 
river to wash the rice for breakfast. Seeing the 
babe in the water, only its legs immersed, the body 
free and still warm, she understood the probable 
history of the outcast, and gathered it to her heart 
and took it home. There was little in the rude home 
to divide with the stray, but begging milk from 
Chinese mothers, and receiving condensed milk 

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from the missionaries, she tended "Little Love" 
faithfully, and she grew and thrived. 

When old enough the girl was placed in Miss 
Lyon's school, and when ten years of age she stood 
before the great people of Nanking, taking part in 
a Commencement program, a living example of the 
fruits of Christianity. 

How Mrs. Macklin lamented every hasty word, 
every unwilling thought, as she pondered the pos- 
sibilities of the mighty work all about her. "Surely," 
she reflected, "imperfections in my attire count as 
very slight 'loss' when compared with China's 'gain' 
through missionary activities." . . . 

It is no small undertaking to pack for eight 

people for a trip of four week's duration, during 

which three climates must be passed 

repairing through, and I always marvel at my little 
for a Long . f ' ,. J , J , 

Journey sisters ability to remember just what 

was put into each trunk and piece of 
luggage. The rush of preparation dulled some- 
what the pain of parting from friends, patients, 
Chinese Christians, and workers ; the good-byes were 
at last spoken, and the long journey begun. Most 
fortunately the enforced rest of a sea voyage inter- 
vened between leaving the busy life in China and tak- 
ing up strenuous duties on this side of the world. In 
San Francisco, the customs officer, thinking he had 
passed upon everything, suddenly spied a good- 
sized basket, carried by a shawl strap by Dr. Mack- 

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lin. "What's that?" he demanded gruffly, jerking 
back the blankets with no gentle hand. Imagine 
his chagrin upon finding the sleeping baby, Charles, 
who was much more easily and restfully carried in 
this way than he could have been in arms. 

The hot summer months were spent in Berkeley, 
as being so much safer than the heated term would 
be in the East; then there was a winter in Des 
Moines, with me. We had not met since, on that 
tragic morning in Nanking, six years before, we 
parted, when, in response to the cablegram, "Garst 
sick, return," I left for Tokyo, where there was 
one brief week of watching, and then the farewell. 
Then there were the hurried preparations for de- 
parture, and I turned, with my three children, from 
the flower heaped grave of their father, to the home 
land. There was much of joy and sorrow as my 
little sister and I, reunited in Des Moines, recalled 
the old life together in the Orient. 

Mrs. Macklin felt that it was delightful, beyond 
words, to have her children in high school, the 
grades, and kindergarten. In Nanking, school plans 
had seldom been very satisfactory. It was a difficult 
problem for the missionary families to find a com- 
petent teacher, capable of filling the varied demands, 
and a still more serious matter to provide trans- 
portation for her from England or America, and 
support her on the field. Unless a combination was 
effected that made a community school possible, 

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the burden of the educational interests of the chil- 
dren fell largely upon the mothers, and after years 
of this, the relief to Mrs. Macklin was great. She, 
too, desired unspeakably to study, to attend lec- 
tures, and avail herself of the splendid advantages 
of Christian civilization, from which she had been 
debarred for so many years. Instead of realizing 
these ambitions, she was an invalid for months at 
Battle Creek, the inevitable result of having too long 
delayed the home coming. 

Whenever possible, Dr. Macklin left the family, 

in order that he might study in different cities, and 

take back to his medical work the fresh- 

Dr Msck* 

r \ P1 es t methods and most up-to-date equip- 
for China m ent in every way. That he might be 
better qualified to assist in the agricul- 
tural instruction of the Chinese, and in the develop- 
ment of the vast natural resources of their country, 
he finally settled at Ames, Iowa, the seat of the State 
Agricultural College. Here he was given every 
facility for the study of soil analysis, animal hus- 
bandry, etc, while the children had every advantage 
in an educational way. 

The little, rented cottage was bare indeed, for one 
can not afford to furnish nicely and provide conven- 
iences for a stay of a few months. It was almost 
impossible to procure domestic help. Mrs. Macklin 
felt deeply her physical limitations and lack of finan- 
cial resources. She frequently thought of the pleas- 

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ant home in Nanking, where, through the years, 
they had been able to gather about them modest but 
attractive comforts. The neat mattings, artistic 
Japanese draperies, and graceful rattan furniture 
from Hong Kong, while quite a contrast to the 
handsome rugs, rich hangings, and upholsteries 
which she saw in American homes, were quite good 
enough, and she only wished she could, by some 
subtle magic, transport them to Ames, and also the 
spacious Nanking dining room, with its broad, sunny 
window seat, banked with plants and flowers. Then, 
indeed, it would be possible to gather their friends 
about them, and by the happy reciprocation of hos- 
pitalities, develop a mutual sympathy that she 
greatly coveted. 

While these thoughts pressed upon mind and 
heart, Mrs. Macklin felt all else was insignificant 

as compared with the coming sepa- 
arming ra ^-j on f rom their boys. Both parents 
for the Boys . . J ,'.-,■ 

realized that their boys were high strung, 

quick tempered, impulsive fellows, and it was indeed 
a problem to know what was the best plan to follow 
in leaving them. The boys had always been play 
fellows, and especially dreaded a separation from 
each other, or any plan that would make them in any 
degree dependent. Finally, through much prayer 
and thought, a unique scheme was developed. A 
little cottage was built with money Mrs. Macklin 
was able to collect from an investment of her girl- 

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hood days. With the help of a niece the walls were 
graced with pictures of scenes from the home in 
China and groups of loved faces; curtains were 
hung, and all made as neat and homelike as possible. 
How thoughtful was the little mother. Exerting all 
her frail strength, she prepared many conveniences. 
Soft linen bandages were sterilized and put in safe 
shape for immediate use in case of accident. O, 
how that mother heart ached as the vision of the 
years loomed up in spite of every effort to shut it 
out and live a day at a time! 

"Why, mamma, it 's only three weeks till you 
go!" exclaimed William, and his face was deadly 
pale. Mrs. Macklin spoke with all the 
The Mis- fervor of her brave spirit to fortify the 
sionary s ^ ^^ w j len h e h a( j left the room, the 
Supreme J 

Trial slender hands were clasped for one ago- 

nizing moment, and the tears fell over 
blanched cheeks as she lifted her eyes to heaven in 
an anguished cry — "O, Father, if only this cup 
might pass! How can I, how can I bear it? But 
I know it must be drained to the very dregs for 
China's sake — for Christ's dear sake — " she added, 
and it seemed to her that she was entering a little 
the very shadows of Gethsemane. And then there 
came the thought of Dr. and Mrs. Dye, and Mr. 
and Mrs. Eldred, who were giving themselves so 
utterly for Africa. 

O, is it irreverent to liken this tragic thing to 
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Calvary? Is it not permitted that the world may 
know the awful cost of redemption? God gave His 
Son. The missionary who gives, even for the years, 
his children, is a little human picture of the love of 
God which "passes understanding." 

Late on the night of October 16, 1905, the cru- 
cial hour came. "There was n't a dry eye on the car 
as they bade each other good-bye," said an eye wit- 
ness. 

"We all went absolutely to pieces at the last," 
wrote the heart-broken little mother from Omaha. 
"It seemed to me I could not, could not do it. I 
would have given it all up if Will had been willing." 
But Dr. Macklin, beside being a man of "oak and 
rock," had the stronger physical power with which 
to resist the blow, and how glad his wife is now, 
and the children as well, that they did not turn 
back, for God has been good. The "Lo I am with 
you alway" has not failed them. 

It would all have been a shade easier if people 
had understood, even those in the Church. But so 
few appreciate this absolutely necessary phase of 
sacrifice for world redemption. Probably not a per- 
son in the car that night felt that it was other than 
foolish and fanatical for Dr. and Mrs. Macklin to 
leave the splendid boys, fourteen and sixteen years 
old, to return to the work in China. 

"Let single men and women go to the foreign 
field," says some one. How little such a plan takes 

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into account certain features of the problem, as, for 
instance, the necessity of demonstrating, by the con- 
vincing illustration of a Christian home, the supe- 
riority of Christianity over other religions ; and the 
difficulty of unmarried persons escaping the sus- 
picion of unchastity when working among peoples 
who are habitually unmoral and impure. 

The boys, with their parents, had SEEN the 
NEED of China's swarming millions; they knew 
there was but one skilled physician to two and a half 
million people ; they knew twenty years of laborious 
preparation in language, and study of the people, 
were not to be lightly forfeited ; they knew the hos- 
pital and dispensaries had been closed during their 
father's absence, windows and doors barred and 
bolted; the suffering and dying, coming, in many 
instances from afar, had turned away sick at heart 
because they could not obtain relief from the famous 
physician; they knew the young Church in Nan- 
king was wondering why there was no substitute 
for the Doctor in his absence, and this was the most 
relentless call of all — better a millstone tied around 
their necks and death in the depths of the sea than to 
cause one of the least of these babes in Christ to 
stumble. And Dr. and Mrs. Macklin had often read 
to their children, "Verily, I say unto you, There is 
no man that hath left house or wife, or brethren, or 
parents, OR CHILDREN for the Kingdom of God's 
sake, who shall not receive manifold in this time and 

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in the world to come eternal life," and then they had 
knelt together and prayed for strength to do the 
Master's will. They were standing, both parents 
and children, "standing on the promises of God." 
O, it is not enough just to sing the words! The 
world is waiting for a Church that DOES THIS 
THING. . . . 

Though I had planned to write only of my little 
sister at home, I can not refrain from giving a 

glimpse of her once more in far-away 
Glimpses of China. Even with four children to care 

for, she sorely missed her two big boys. 
Service in P ra ye r alone fortified her for the strain 
China of separation. Every night, going out on 

the veranda, she looked away to a moun- 
tain that her boys love, and prayed, as only a mother 
can pray when she is ten thousand miles away from 
two dear sons. 

Friends going out to China visited the boys and 
brought word to the parents that they were making 
good. The little property was carefully guarded. 
The boys felt a thrill of joy as they realized that 
their efforts would lift a burden from their parents' 
hearts, and even in the midst of pressure in school 
life, utilizing every minute, they managed to build 
a fine fence around the place, setting the posts in ce- 
ment. They added to the slender income by keeping 
chickens, though that was abandoned later, for when 
"working out" vacations, the evening feeding hour 

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was inconvenient; the Jersey cow yielded plenty of 
milk, part of which was sold, and the rest helped 
on the "batching" project; there were hogs to 
"slop," and a calf to feed. Theodore had learned 
to make butter in China, and the temptation of the 
wonderful Jersey cream was too great, so churning 
was added to the strenuous schedule. For months 
the boys even did their own washing. 

"Papa can't educate the younger children on his 
salary," said Theodore. "We must hustle and help 
with the little girls." 

Though a rich man in Ohio had urged Dr. 
Macklin to allow him to assist in providing an edu- 
cation for the boys, the offer was declined, and all 
plans were made with rigid regard to self-support. 

The boys occupied but two rooms of the cottage 
and rented the others. This was not a paying in- 
vestment, for repairs cost as much as was received 
in rent. As certain classes assembled at half-past 
seven, the morning hour was all too short for 
"chores" and breakfast. The nooning was very 
brief, and of course after school, boy like, Theodore 
and William wanted some fun with the fellows, or 
a bit of athletic life. After a hunting trip Theodore 
always had a treat of wild fowl, but the fire was 
hard to regulate in the cheap little cook stove, and 
waiting for the roast to get "done," it was not an 
unusual thing for the lads to fall asleep, waking 
with a start when the odor of the toothsome viands 

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in the oven brought them to their feet. Hastily 
assembling the dinner service on the little white 
oilcloth covered kitchen table, with the bird as center 
piece, without formality, the hungry boys followed 
the Shakespearean exhortation, "stand not on the 
order of your going, but go at once e " In other 
words, they "fell to." 

There were jollifications at Thanksgiving and 
holiday times, with the relatives in Des Moines. 
One Christmas three children of another Nanking 
family joined them, and as they talked over old 
picnics and family gatherings, and chatted in Chi- 
nese, the hard places were forgotten. 

The summer of '09 the cottage was unusually 
bright and homelike. The aunt and cousins from 
Des Moines were there, and a rented piano was a 
great addition to the resources. Coming in from 
the hot day's work and setting down his dinner pail, 
William often looked around with a pleased ex- 
pression and said, "My ! You 've worked hard to- 
day, Aunt Laura," for he always so appreciated the 
clean floors and home-like atmosphere, to say noth- 
ing of the hot meals. 

The boys are far from perfect, and there are 
explosions of temper and hot differences of opinion, 
but their faces are toward the light of a clean man- 
hood, and friends, neighbors, and business men often 
remark, "They are the best boys in all the country 
'round, and their struggle is making men of them." 

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Away in Nanking, how eagerly the parents 
awaited the coming mail! The little mother was 

not strong. Motherly Mrs. Meigs said to 
A Mother's me ^ p itts k ur g : "I sometimes think your 
Anguish . 

sister will never come home again. She 

comes over and throws herself into my arms, ex- 
claiming, 'O, there is such a feeling here/ (placing 
her hand over her heart) — 'it seems sometimes as 
though it will kill me/ " Desperately clinging to 
the promise "As thy days so shall thy strength be," 
that had so often supported her, Mrs. Macklin just 
tried to live "moment by moment," and wait pa- 
tiently for a reunion with her boys. 

The marvelous blessings given to Dr. Macklin 
in his work were a great comfort. Surely there was 
already realization of a portion of the "hundred- 
fold/' 

The wonderful changes in China amazed Dr. 
and Mrs. Macklin on their return from furlough. 
The uniformed, queueless policemen everywhere on 
the streets they at first thought to be Japanese, but 
soon recognized as Chinamen. The war between 
Japan and Russia had made a profound impression 
upon China. The Chinese are accustomed to speak 
of Japan as a "small, small country." If little 
Japan could gain a sweeping victory over a Western 
power, what might not China, ten times as large as 
Japan, hope to do ? So thought the Chinese. The 
"impact of Western civilization" was apparent on 

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every hand. Old superstitions were going. The 
railroad was to pass close to the Drum Tower, and 
soon the scream of the locomotive would be heard 
in the mission homes. Public opinion was rapidly- 
developing through the influence of telegraph and 
postal systems and the native press. A capable 
embassage had gone abroad to study law courts and 
educational work. China was arming, too, and an 
immense army was under the tutelage of Japanese 
and other officers. China was evidently very much 
awake and looking toward the time when she could 
exercise her "Sovereign Rights." Great was the 
need of heartier co-operation in all Christian lines of 
work, that these might keep pace with the phe- 
nomenal material and intellectual advancement. 

What fortified my little sister most, I think, in 
her separation from the boys, was the joy that came 
to her when the church in Canton, Ohio, 
^ Great with P. H. Welshimer as pastor, chose 
her as their "living-link." Word soon 
came to her that Tuesday was announced in 
the church bulletin as "Macklin Day," and while 
many might forget, she knew scores of those con- 
secrated people would definitely pray on that day 
for their representative away on the firing line. 
Just to be remembered in a general way by the 
"brotherhood at large" is great, but the thought of 
a church of two thousand members, with a holy 

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leader, daily bearing her little, frail life to the Father, 
was strength and joy unspeakable. Hear what she 
wrote regarding a happy event that brightened her 
life through the Canton church. 

"Nanking, Dec. 9, 1909. 
Dear Mr. Welshimer: 

To you and your family, and to all the members 
of the church in Canton, greeting, and a Merry 
Christmas and a Happy New Year. Late it is, I 
know, but unavoidably so this time. I can not tell 
you my surprise last Saturday evening to go to the 
door, and there stood our night watchman with a 
large bunch of post cards — I thought, of course, 
the mail for the entire community ! I looked at one, 
and then, on the second, I saw the name "Canton, 
Ohio," and I began to see what it all meant ! I went 
in to the desk where I had been writing, and tried 
to read them, but tears blinded my sight. You can't 
know how the "shower" went straight to my heart, 
and w r hat it meant to me ! I begin to know your 
names — I see your streets and buildings — your 
beautiful park, etc., but most of all those words of 
cheer and messages of various kindly import — make 
me feel quite one of you. I feel that you are praying 
for me too. I have been much stronger this fall than 
for many years, and I believe it is in answer to the 
many earnest prayers on my behalf from the dear 

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church members in Canton! I thank you all most 
heartily and cease not to pray for you, and for the 
cause in that beautiful city. 

I would like to reply to each one, but you can 
imagine how impossible that is, and do anything 
else. The stack is seven inches high, and numbers 
about four hundred ! We look forward to the time 
when, God willing, we shall worship with you in 
that beautiful building where, as one so nicely puts 
it — "is the place we love to go." 

I was especially pleased to get word from the 
very little children and from those who are not well 
and strong in body. Rejoice in the Lord and be 
exceeding glad ! 

Again with thanks and prayers for you all, 
Your sister in Christ, 

Dorothy DeLany Macklin." 

Her own heart's cry made Mrs. Macklin very 

sensitive to the needs of others, as is evidenced by 

the following letter to Mr. Welshimer. 

,. r . S '~ aC " It was written from the mountain sum- 

hn's Cry . 

for Tibet ! mer retrea t> which for the past few years 

has saved our missionaries from the mi- 
asmas of the Yangste River valley. At least the 
women and children have greatly profited by it, but 
the men come and go, spending much of the heated 
term down in the plains with their work. 

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"Killing, China, Sept. 2, 1909. 
Dear Mr. Welshimer: 

I could not sleep last night for more than two 
hours. It was not the pain of the neuralgia, from 
which I have been suffering for some weeks (I am 
better now), but the thought of our poor, stricken 
sister mission in far-away Tibet! 

We were gladdened by a very bright and hopeful 
letter from Dr. Loftis, and one from Mrs. Shelton, 
Saturday, the 14th of August. What was our agony 
of mind, the next afternoon, when wire was re- 
ceived, "Loftis dead — Typhus." What that conveys 
to the mind of one who knows the scourge, the very 
name of which, almost, is death sentence to a for- 
eigner here, can only be known by seeing it snatch 
dear ones away, as we have twice in Nanking. Our 
beloved brother, A. F. H. Saw, and later, Mr. Jones, 
Presbyterian minister, died in Nanking, as you re- 
member. — I can not speak of Dr. Loftis, of his noble 
character and zeal, and of how everywhere he went, 
all who knew him were uplifted by his noble ex- 
ample. But my heart is stirred by hearing of the 
life of those who struggle in Batang, against such 
terrible odds as we can only faintly imagine. I feel 
convicted of sin in that I have not realized more of 
their struggles and needs, and done something to 
lighten their load. 

Let me tell you something that has impressed 

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me. I sent a small package to Mrs. Shelton, some 
playthings, etc., which I thought would give the 
children pleasure when Dr. Loftis opened his boxes. 
Mrs. Shelton writes in June, thanking me, and says, 
"I 'm going to save part of the parcel for Christ- 
mas/' Saving out of a tiny parcel — two doll's heads 
and two dolls and a dress, something from June to 
December, just to make Christmas a bit more 
Christmas. It seemed to me I could read more be- 
tween those lines, of hardship and loneliness, than I 
had ever imagined before. She says in the same let- 
ter, "I thank you all, very, very much, that you re- 
membered us all away up here (we are both up and 
out of the way of most civilized things), but we like 
Batang better than any other place, and wouldn't 
trade our dirty mud house for your palace below." 
This is just like Mrs. Shelton — heroic, enjoying 
things on a high scale, taking even trials as if she 
liked them. A few days since another note came 
from her, replying to one of mine. She is a little 
more like just common folk when she says: "It is 
as hot as anything here now, and all are in the midst 
of wheat and barley harvest, and some are plowing 
in the fields again to plant buckwheat for the fall 
harvest. We keep fairly cool in the mud houses, 
and then when the sun goes down, get out in the 
evening." I feel that she is just a little bit above 
humanity when she goes on, (I am sure I, and per- 
haps you, would say more than this if we were in 

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her place) : "The only trouble with these mud 
houses is, that they fall down and smash whatever 
happens to be under, and an earthquake shakes them 
down, too. One fell the other day and killed three 
and hurt two." 

I was much interested in Mrs. Ogden's letter of 
Jan. 31, 1909, in the June Intelligencer, and I do 
wish I might be in some way helpful in raising the 
money for their homes. I am starting a "Tibet 
fund." It won't be much, but I must do something. 
I 'm going to walk a shorter distance for my outing, 
instead of riding a longer one, and put the amount 
saved in my "Tibet Fund," and in other ways try 
to swell the amount. 

Can't some of the sisters who have means just 
think of Tibet when buying furniture ; when getting 
the new table cloth and napkins, or when passing 
that bargain counter with such splendid things 
going cheap, which one might buy, but does not 
really need? Can not a cheaper quality of table 
linen, a plainer dress be bought, and the old hat be 
"done over?" The young people — can't they pass 
that tempting ice-cream stand, and feel more than 
content in placing a sum opposite "Tibet?" That 
young couple (or old one either) who love music, 
will they not just walk quietly through the park, or 
around the block during the evening rest hour, feel- 
ing it no hardship to miss that concert when it means 
a sum on those "comfortable homes," of which Mrs. 

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Ogden so pleadingly writes? Will they not, in this 
way, more enjoy the music of Christ's word — "Inas- 
much?" Dr. Macklin is again in Nanking. He 
writes that the work is coming in fast. As soon as 
the people know he is back, the hospital fills up rap- 
idly. The small "contagion" hospital is near com- 
pletion, and will be a valuable assistance in our work. 
It is situated at the farthest corner of our three-acre 
lot, which was given by Chinese. We are cheered by 
good news from our boys at home. The youngest 
one enters college this year. We enjoy reading the 
Canton Christian, and enter somewhat into the life 
of the Church. The Lord fill you and us with His 
Holy Spirit, and help us all to witness for Him. 
Yours in His name, 

Dorothy DeLany Macklin/' 

Nearly five years had passed since leaving the 

boys, and Dr. Macklin was completing twenty-five 

years of service in China. In view of 

A *PV»itv1 

_ , . the fact that he had availed himself of 
Furlough 

only two leaves of absence m the quarter 

of a century, a furlough was granted him on the 

five-year term. In the spring of 19 10 we find them 

again on their way to America. There were four 

weeks of journeying, during which no word could 

reach them of their boys ! What might not develop 

in that time ? Would they be granted, in God's good 

time, an unbroken reunion? 

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How different from either of the previous fur- 
loughs this home-coming — to their own "vine and 
fig tree." Proud indeed were the boys to prepare 
as royal a welcome as possible, and all the lonely 
burden of the years was forgotten as they thought 
of the gain to the entire family in the possession of 
the little cottage home. The woodwork was re- 
finished, and every room freshly papered. I went 
over to help with the finishing touches. William 
tried to find some one to assist me with the heavy 
cleaning, and the woman whom he finally decided to 
approach as the only possible solution to the problem, 
said she never "went out/' but she would help him. 
"I did n't want the boys to be disappointed," she said 
to me. "They have done so well." When all was 
completed, a rug laid on the floor of the best room, 
curtains hung, and pictures on the wall, the modest 
little home looked very inviting. 

Near the midnight hour of a glorious moonlight 

night in April, the overland limited from the West 

pulled into the station at Ames. Eight 

."hi happy hearts beat fast. The boys had 
been pacing restlessly back and forth, and 
were at the steps the moment the train stopped, and 
there, first of all, as was her right, was the little 
mother, then the eager father, the little sisters, 
Dorothy and Louise, the big brother George, and 
little Charlie, larger grown. The first joyful dem- 
onstrations over, Mrs. Macklin feasted her eyes on 

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her tall sons. "Just the same, yet different," she 
said, and she realized that while she had left chil- 
dren for whom she must plan, she had returned to 
men, who could plan for her. 

"The house is lovely, and are n't the boys splen- 
did?" my little sister wrote next day, adding, "God 
has been so good !" This was the constant glad cry 
of her grateful heart. It seemed so wonderful that 
no serious illness had overtaken them, and that they 
had been kept through two such long journeys. 

The six months' stay at home passed as if 

on wings. The little cottage rang with the shout 

and laughter of merry voices. There 

ix appy were delightful birthday celebrations, 
Months fe i-i 

with cake and candles, and the things 

that rejoice the hearts of children (and their elders !) 

There was a taste for the little mother, of the happy 

college life enjoyed by her boys. There was a little 

spice of music and social gatherings. There were 

the chapel services and Church fellowships. There 

was a brave effort on the part of my little sister to 

tell something of China's growth and China's need, 

but the speaking was too much for her. There was 

toil and burden. The boys worked hard, hoping to 

have a neat little sum laid by for fall expenses. 

Domestic help could not be found, and with limited 

accommodations and income, cooking for a large 

family in the little kitchen through unusual summer 

heat, my little sister suffered a severe collapse, 

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coupled with blood poisoning in a finger. Dr. 
Macklin was summoned by wire from the East, 
where he was studying, and immediately took the 
sufferer away to quiet, and the tender care of loving 
friends. For weeks she tried to content herself, 
resting quietly, wooing back the strength that she 
so coveted for service in the little home. Her en- 
forced absence was filled with compensations, the 
last and best of all being a few days with her sup- 
porting or "living-link" church in Canton, Ohio. 
How Mrs. Macklin was thrilled by the sight of two 
thousand people welcoming her within the sanctu- 
ary, and four hundred more outside ! Two hundred 
wee ones from the primary department marched by 
their missionary, each laying a carnation in her lap. 
O, for a few weeks in this atmosphere of loving 
fellowship, but soon the brief time with their family 
would be passed, and so, tearing themselves away 
from the fascinations of Canton, Dr. and Mrs. 
Macklin hastened back to Ames. 

The third son, George, must be left in America 
this time. Advance work in college makes it im- 
possible for the boys to continue the 

acing bachelor plan, and they fall easily into 
Away to 
China *he "rooming" and "boarding" life of the 

student. A noble, Christian woman 

promises to mother George, who, brave in the 

thought of his contribution to the world work, is 

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learning to milk and "chore," and so help to "make 
his way." 

To educate a family of six on a missionary's 
salary requires careful planning. Those who read 
the preceding sketch of Dr. Macklin will see what 
his contribution has been to China. God honors 
those who honor Him. It is hard to see boys thus 
deprived of home and many things, but compared 
with the cigarette smoking loafers on the street 
corners, many of whom come from good Christian 
homes, it is heavenly, for the boys are living clean 
lives, and nobly struggling to make the most of 
themselves. "Commit thy way unto the Lord ; trust 
also in Him and He will bring it to pass." 

The other day, as my little sister was packing 
last things, I went upstairs with her. "These 
things," she said, "we will leave. They 
are keepsakes, mementos of the home 
here and the home yonder. Conditions 
are such that our house might be looted and burned 
any time. We might lose years of good work, how- 
ever, if we waited for things to settle down in China, 
so we must go, but these things would better be left 
here." The sweet lips did not quiver, and the brave 
eyes did not falter. My little sister has faced death 
many times in China. But there is much of joy 
too in the going back. Jesus, for the JOY that 
was set before Him, endured the Cross. O, yes, 

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the JOY of a redeemed China will support through 
much. There will be the eager welcome of mis- 
sionary friends at Shanghai. There will be the 
greetings from boys and girls in the two schools at 
Nanking, and the students from the Union College. 
Dear Mrs. Molland will have the hospital shining 
clean. It has not been necessary to close it this 
time, for efficiently trained Chinese medical and 
gospel helpers have been able to do excellent work, 
and rumor has it that there have been as high as 
one hundred in-patients at one time. The old home 
has been home so long, and it will look good. Then 
in the chapel there will be new faces to greet in 
the services, some to congratulate on the step they 
have taken toward God. ... In 1905, when 
Dr. Macklin returned, Dr. Wakefield was going out 
for the first time, and noticing great confusion on 
the river steamer, he thought possibly there was a 
fire. In some alarm, he asked for Dr. Macklin, of 
whom he had lost track in the bustle, and was told 
that he would be found among the Chinese passen- 
gers. Hurrying to that part of the ship, he found 
the Doctor sitting at a table, the tears rolling down 
his cheeks, and the Chinese chattering like magpies, 
"Dr. Macklin 's back!" "Dr. Macklin 's back!" 
There will be many to rejoice this time. . . . The 
children of the different missions will greet their 
play-fellows eagerly, and motherly women will en- 
fold Mrs. Macklin and say, "I know all about it, 

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dear." In the dear home the little mother will see 
the three faces everywhere — her boys, her boys ! 
But she has determined not to think of the years, 
and just live a day at a time. And China is reach- 
ing out and needs them more than ever. And on 
every hand there are advance installments of the 
4 'hundred- fold," and His promises are sure. . . . 

The good-byes were bravely said. Prayers were 
going up, I am sure, in Canton. The little mother 
did not break down once. The boys, three, ran 
beside the train till they could keep up no longer, 
and watched their father on the rear platform till 
a curve in the road hid him from view, then, wiping 
manly tears from their eyes, they turned to school 
duties. "It was hard to see them go," said Theo- 
dore simply, "but it can't be helped." . . . 

As I write in mid-afternoon of November first, 
no doubt the "Tenyo Maru" is heading toward the 
"Golden Gate," with Dr. and Mrs. Macklin and 
three children aboard. They are starting for a 
fourth term of service in China, the first of their 
second quarter century of toil for that great nation. 

Is it wrong, reverently, to press the likeness to 
Gethsemane and Calvary? 

" 1 11 go with Him through the garden, 

" I '11 go with Him, with Him, all the way" 

And the sleeping disciples in Gethsemane — are 
they suggestive of the sleeping Church, whose an- 

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MY LITTLE SISTER AT HOME 

nual per capita gift for the "uttermost parts" is 
forty cents? Luke tells us that the disciples slept 
"for sorrow/' while the Church is sleeping because 
of indifference, because of ignorance, because of 
prejudice, because of infidelity ! Yes, infidelity, for 
if we truly believed in our hearts that "Jesus is the 
Christ, the Son of the Living God," it would be 
the end of all controversy, and we would "follow, 
follow all the way," to the "uttermost parts," to 
"every creature !" But light is breaking, and we are 
going to do better. . . . 

Two weeks later, and a letter from my little 
sister, at Honolulu ! 

"On the Pacific, three days out from 
San Francisco, Nov. 3, 1910. 
My Dear Sister : 

Yes, here we are again, on an ocean liner, west- 
ward bound to the Far East! Strange indeed it 
seems to have it all over, and to be going back. 
Why it seems but yesterday that we left Nanking, 
and as we looked out of our car windows at the 
fast disappearing walls of the city, Will turned to 
me, and with a satisfied and characteristic rubbing 
of his hands together, said, "Glad it 's only for eight 
months." 

When the steamer sailed from 'Frisco and we 
were called at once to lunch, we looked at each other 
and remarked, how very natural it seemed to be on 

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board again, — "Just like a sandwich!" Will said. 
"Yes," I answered, '"but the meat is all in between!" 
Ah, yes, and what a large, juicy, nourishing sand- 
wich it has been — good alike for body and soul, 
and of benefit, I trust, to God's work as well. 

The restful, invigorating sea trips either way, 
with the uplift of six months at home— it has been 
such a blessing, and we thank God for all it has 
been to us. I have seen so little of you, that I feel 
I must write you a bit of a chatty letter, just to 
sum it all up, as it were. 

You remember our going back, five years ago — 
I can not think or speak of it yet without a shudder 
running over me. One great solace then was to 
think of and pray for our return in five years to see 
our children. In His great love and mercy God 
granted the prayer of our hearts, and permitted 
us to come back, and be a reunited family once 
more. Now how different it is. Cousin Dora asked 
me when we were leaving the 'Frisco dock, "How 
long will it be till you come back? — soon, I hope," 
and I replied, from my heart, "We are not planning 
at all. Just one day at a time is enough!" 

The short term of service, and a short furlough, 
was quite an experiment. I am sure our friends did 
not expect that we would return after six months 
at home, as we planned. We find it all a great 
success. We have learned much, and have been 

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invigorated by the trip. . . . When I landed 
in 'Frisco last spring, I was at once depressed by 
the evidence on every hand of selfish extravagance 
and sinful luxury. How terrible it seemed to me 
to see people in a Christian land so given up to 
things of time and sense, when souls were starving 
for the Bread of Life. This was, I believe, one of 
the causes of my breakdown in July. When I was 
ill I felt it even more intensely. ... I feel that 
everywhere among the nations there are God-fearing 
people whose whole aim is to do His will, but I 
can not understand why Christians at large do not 
wake up to the great work of spreading the Gospel 
among heathen nations. Nor do I see how it is 
possible for mission work to go unsupported finan- 
cially, and undermanned, when everywhere one sees 
evidences of wealth. ... I came to accomplish 
two things — to be again with our children, and to 
visit my living-link Church. No one knows what it 
is to see one's own children after five winters and 
four summers of separation. To be able to prepare 
a meal and then see them eat it ! To put away the 
clean clothes ! To darn the socks and sew on the 
buttons, and do the thousand things that mothers 
love to do for their boys ! To get in touch with the 
college life, and hear our boys well spoken of by 
friends and professors ! Yes, it 's worth all our 
trip cost to get acquainted again with our boys! 

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After all, it 's not where our children are, but what 
they are that counts ! . . . And you know how 
necessary it was to put George in school, and God 
has graciously opened up the way for him. Our 
girls and Charles have developed wonderfully along 
lines impossible to follow in China. . . . Our 
trip to Canton was inspiring to us. Thank God for 
such a Church work as that ! The visit Will made 
to Frankfort was another treat, though I had to 
get it at second hand. ... I must just tell you 
the parting at Ames was great ! I think it was fine 
that we kept smiling till we were out of sight of 
each other. ( It made me think of the time when the 
ship went down in the Samoan harbor years ago, 
with the band playing!) Afterward, I can tell you, 
there was a flood of weeping. . . . And now 
we are going back, no, forward — with greater hopes, 
firmer faith, more joy in His service in China than 
ever before. We leave our dear ones all in His 
keeping, our blessed boys in His special care. We 
know that He is able to keep them from falling. 
We have had marvelous answers to prayer, and O, 
sister, we have felt such strength through the 
prayers of our friends, and God's people, who we 
know have been asking His blessing upon us through 
these past weeks. Really, we have been upheld 
through labors otherwise too exhausting for us. 
Somehow, in some strange way, I felt that the blow 
of leaving America was taken by some one else. 

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Just as if some invisible hand was held up to shield 
us ! I feel perfectly certain that so it will be in the 
years to come. He will be with us and take the 
blows as they come. 

With deepest love, 

Dorothy." 

Good-bye, dear, brave, little sister. May you 
come back again for at least two furloughs, having 
had fifteen more years of service in China before 
your return to enjoy your children during your old 
age. 

" He will give thee grace and glory ; 
He '11 go with thee, with thee, all the way" 



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Dear Mrs. Garst: 

Your tract is a telling plea for missions. The 
picture you paint of cheerful and heroic self-denial 
for the Gospel's sake both on the part of your 
"Little Sister" and her noble husband, Dr. W. E. 
Macklin, go straight to the heart, and touch its 
loftiest impulses. How they shame our spirit of 
self-ease and indulgence, and bid us rise to imitate 
the doing and daring of these two brave mission- 
aries. 

I wish your tract might circulate by the million, 
and enter with its awakening power every home of 
our brotherhood. 

Dr. Macklin, as you probably know, is supported 
by the church to which I minister, and we all re- 
joice in his splendid work, and are proud of our 
grand missionary. We feel that the thousands he 
annually treats and heals and to all of whom he 
preaches Christ and Him crucified, are in some 
sense the work of our own congregation. 

We were much impressed by the fact that Dr. 
Macklin instead of calling his building a "hospital," 
called it "Church of Christ," because, as he re- 
marked, his preaching is the "chief thing," and his 

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healing "merely incidental." And yet his healing 
opens a great door of opportunity to him, gives him 
the favor and confidence of the people, and enables 
him to do a work which is causing even the men of 
other communions in China to say is among the 
greatest in that land. 

May God use the splendid example of Dr. 
Macklin and his brave little wife to quicken the 
missionary zeal of the Disciples of Christ every- 
where. 

I am glad you are having your tract put into a 
more popular form, which I trust will greatly widen 
its circulation. 

Wishing you and yours health and peace, 
I am ever and truly, 

Frankfort, Ky., 1903. George DarsiE. 

Dear Mrs. Garst : 

I have just finished reading a type- written 
copy of the third edition of "My Little Sister in 
Far-Away China." It is always refreshing to read 
the biographies of the men and the women who have 
done things in the world, that are worth while, but 
there is nothing like reading and hearing of the 
struggles, the sacrifices, and the splendid victories 
of those who have given themselves unreservedly 
to the service of Christ on the frontiers of the 
Kingdom of God. 

Some people pity the missionaries, but they 
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reach many a heaven that is shut to us. Some call 
them fanatics who miss the joys of living, but there 
burns a truer light of God in them than ever glows 
in us. It is they who live while we are half asleep. 

Dr. W. E. Macklin, as you know, has been the 
"living-link" missionary of the church here for more 
than fifteen years, and no phase of our work has 
been a greater inspiration than our delightful fel- 
lowship with him in his work in Nanking, China. 

During the six years of my ministry with this 
historic congregation, they have stood by me in 
every good work, and the principal reason, as I 
believe, is that my predecessor, George Darsie, gave 
them a world-wide vision of the Kingdom of God, 
and led them into the larger service through their 
support of Dr. Macklin in far-away China. He 
built about the Christ and not about himself, and 
when he passed to his reward his work continued. 

We are proud to know that we have been of 
some assistance to Dr. Macklin in his work, but he 
has helped us more than we have helped him. He 
has recently paid us a visit and his coming was a 
benediction to our Sunday school and Church. The 
children in the Sunday school gave a special rally 
service for him on Sunday morning. The entire 
Church took part in his reception on Monday even- 
ing, and more than a hundred men sat down at the 
banquet table with him on Tuesday evening to feast 
with him, and to hear of his great work in hospital 

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and in Church, and to hear him tell of his Chinese 
friends who are in positions of authority in the 
Celestial Empire. 

I am glad for this third and enlarged edition, 
and I can only wish for it the largest possible cir- 
culation in this congregation and throughout the 
churches of America. 

Sincerely yours, 
Frankfort, Ky., 1910. Charts R. Hudson. 

Canton, Ohio, March 28, 191 1. 
Mrs. Laura D. Garst, 

Des Moines, Iowa. 
Dear Mrs. Garst: 

Your letter at hand. Concerning Dr. and Mrs. 
Macklin, let me say the days of the heroic are not 
all in the past. Heroes and heroines as mighty as 
ever tramped the earth are in our midst to-day. 
Among these are Dr. and Mrs. W. E. Macklin, of 
Nanking, China. 

The little book that you are preparing is a stir- 
ring story. It takes one into the holy of holies of 
two gracious lives and permits them to feel their 
heart-throbs, to know their thoughts and to suffer 
with them when they suffer, and rejoice when they 
rejoice. It teaches one something of the soul's en- 
thusiasm. It too reveals how little the Church at 
home is really suffering for Jesus' sake. That heart 

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will be small that will not be made more tender 
by the pictures given. 

One who reads the book will certainly go forth 
with a resolve to belong to that band whose heart 
God has touched, and will find his real joy in intense 
Christian service. 

It is surely a pleasure and profit for the Canton 
Christian Church to be in touch with your good 
sister, Mrs. Macklin. Her visit to our people last 
year was a benediction. 

With every good wish, 

Sincerely yours, 

P. H. WlXSHIMER. 

Des Moines, Iowa, March 10, 191 1. 
Mrs. Laura D. Garst, 

City. 
My Dear Mrs. Garst : 

I am delighted with the promise of your coming 
book dealing not only with your justly loved "little 
sister," who is dear to all of us, but also with the 
wonderful work of her husband, that rugged man of 
God, Dr. W. E. Macklin. And possibly I have just 
a little keener interest than before, now that our own 
congregation has assumed the budget of hospital 
expense in the Nanking work. I am sure all our 
people will be thrilled through the year's life as they 
think of ten native helpers being supported by their 

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gifts, and of beds for the sick and worn, and medi- 
cines for the needy being provided by their hands. 
How sweet is such comradeship of service that 
brings lands afar to our very doors, and reveals 
the fact that "one's nearest neighbor is his neediest 
neighbor I" 

Your splendid sketch of these two noble lives 
and their stupendous work can but do vast good. 
May heaven speed the circulation of your little 
volume! It will tell for health and strength and 
purpose in young and old alike. It will stand in 
constant protest against the petty, the trifling things 
that often win and hold those made in the image 
and likeness of God. And best of all, the reader 
who starts is bound to finish the narrative. The 
human interest of your message will secure a hear- 
ing for the divine appeal. 

Rejoicing that you have found the time to make 
this further contribution from your life to the world 
work that is all in all to you, 

Affectionately yours, 

Chas. S. Medbury. 



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